I am not my thoughts.

Not my body.

Not my memories —

I am bliss, I am infinite bliss.

And yet —

I am my thoughts,

my body,

and my memories.

Both are true.

Hamlet asked:

“To be or not to be — that is the question.”

But what if the answer is both—

both to be,

and not to be.

What if we are the silent, infinite presence —

and the restless seeker.

The boundless peace —

and the one who longs for it.

Both the mystery, and the one trying to understand it.