Morning Meds; 11 15 19
The more I search for the who and what I am,
the more I discover the who’s and what’s I’ve been.
My endless autobiographies written during my existences
as I masqueraded in newly acquired bodies,
all shelved in the library of my soul.
Behind the name I used in each autobiography a footnote remains
reminding me that my true essence is remains unchanged,
I am but a shimmer of Consciousness
floating eternally beyond the concept of time.