I am not I
I am this one
walking beside me whom I do not see,
whom at times I manage to visit,
and whom at other times I forget;
who remains calm and silent while I talk,
and forgives, gently, when I hate,
who walks where I am not,
who will remain standing when I die.
Juan Ramón Jiménez, “‘I Am Not I’” from Lorca and Jiménez: Selected Poems. Translation copyright © 1973 by Robert Bly.
Source: Lorca and Jimenez: Selected Poems (Beacon Press, 1973)
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This haunting poem stirred something, or someone inside me, the ancient one, the kind one, the forgiving essence of myself,
the one who you do not see, my secret self. It is exhausting to present a version of ourselves to the world out there;
mindfulness has shown me how to cut through this delusion of a persona created for others. Shedding that skin brings me closer to myself.
Mindfulness, I have found is the pathway back to my true authentic self, the quiet one, who knows what to do.
Jacky was happy that I had found a great poem for this week, I hope you enjoy it too and connect with the slippy concept that you are not you!
And I too, am not Kristine! Words of Wonder will be brought to you by Kristine again next week who will be refreshed after a lovely holiday I hope!