I am not of this world, for I am the world.
I am not of these clothes, for the truth is naked.
I am not of my body, for it is a cloak for the soul.
I am not of my feelings, those rhythmic and erratic heartbeats.
I am not of my words, for they are merely lines of a well-played act.
I am not of my thoughts, for they are games of a playful mind.
‘I’ am not! For ‘I’ has shrink into a dot.
I am not the observer. For the dot and I are one.
I am not one. For I am all and none.
by Maria Hadjistylli