My sharing with a friend, she said to me: 'How do you know it is true? '
I ended up with 'I cannot know for 100% if something is true.'
She said 'When you have that belief, how does it make you feel? '
I said 'Filled with confusion and questions that lead to more confusions and questions.'
She said 'How do you feel inside when you think that thought? '
She followed with 'How do you treat yourself when you think it? '
As I contemplated this, she said 'Who are you without your story? '
Who are we without our own myths?
Who am I without my stories I tell myself?
I was so surprised about these thoughts that Byron Katie exposed to me, I was stopped mid step, without a sound but the settling of these ideas.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem