Inside the core of my being
Someone asks
Who am I
Trapped in this mortal frame
What makes me, 'me'
And you, 'you'
With noises stilled
And the mind blank
A small hint of truth dazzles
I return to the noises
Sometimes with relief
Sometimes with sorrow
For I know not
What I want
What I love
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