A TOOTH FELL # 4; WHO AM I? # 5
A Tooth Fell
A tooth fell…
A milk tooth from a five year old.
A tooth cracked…
A hollow tooth from an eighty-five year old.
The first one blossoming to life,
The second withering away from it.
The first one learning about the elements.
The second merging back into them.
A fender falls here, a tire there.
The one who identifies only with the body,
disintegrates like an old car.
Become self-aware; identify with consciousness.
And merge back into Consciousness.
Who Am I?
Poem # 5
Who am I?
By paying attention to one personal thought
I come to know all my thoughts.
By attending to one honest feeling
I come to experience what flows within me.
By doing one genuine act, uttering one truth
I know what my actions are aimed at.
I make invisible, visible.
By attending within
I get to know my authentic Self.
That’s who I really am!
Love these, Madhu!! I love when you bring these elements into your prose. Always a beautiful writer!
You are the composer and the lyricist for these mini-musicals, Madhu. Lovely thoughts.