I am not the body
I am not my fingers
my lungs, toes
eyes, nor breath
there is something else which is going on
the mind growths and decays
along with the body
but something else remains
when you really focus on it
when you really focus on it
everything you have learned disappears
along with your own thoughts
and desires
there is something other than your heart
and your lungs
this thing connects you with the whole
and is equal to bugs and insects and trees
I am a mortal man, and think of those
who are no longer here in the body, the dead
they are some where
just not in front of me, cant be perceived through the senses
but this, I can feel, just as a tree
lives,
I am nowhere near as profound
as Ramana Maharshi
But the I is not me
it is our world
and your ego, is not you
at all
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are not the body or body parts. You are soul who drives body. Body is perishable but soul is eternal conscious energy. This poem is deeply philosophical and excellently penned...10