This Selfless Self Poem by Ndeipanda Aindongo

How to be, without being beside my being.
to bond without my individuality, losing.
Depending and not independence waiving
and perhaps through self-actualization,
from strife find weaning.
How indeed, do I, out of confusion rise to find meaning.
If truly it is to be found, need I not lean on prior understanding?

Am I able to embrace another, ere to acknowledging the self?
If so, am I not then to be fed to lions for these proclivities,
That there resides in me no essence beyond my anatomy.
But if not, I will cease to consume the toxicity of my soliloquies
Like the shelf upon which i stack frayed versions of myself.
for what it's worth,
sometimes the answers are just not within the self.

What is it that renders me selfless?
when I notice the other,
happily existing in a state that is Hopeless.
Is it the opulence in my actions
that may well destroy that happiness
Or, truth arriving by conjecture
That no matter how woeful the reality
The self ought to treat the other with sincerity.

And like echoes of a heartbeat,
from within one of my hollow selves
Is expelled the phrase I love you,
Partially understood but no longer on shelves.
So there I stand,
with another's digitus primus over my hand.
And just as I say that once trivial phrase,
The breaths I take in awe finally render me selfless.