Biggest Fish

Life streams by
Water through the net
The few fish caught make us who we are
A pale distorted image
Of our own history
Easily lost in the eddies and swirls of living
While the biggest fish swims free

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Is that me?

Bad mood sits like a cloud
Hunger, tiredness, impatience
Imperfect brain and body
Intelligence looks at the animal in the mirror
Is that me?

A hair’s breadth

Who do you think you are, today?
You are Wrong
You are Right
And not a hair’s breadth in-between

Identity

It is our identity we cherish and fear for.
But all identities, all words, all knowledge will pass;
Nothing stays the same.
But when we let go of our small ‘me before you’ identity
We are no longer divided but whole,
Both within ourselves and with each other.

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