What am 'I' really?

What is actually looking out of these eyes?...

Does it even know the word or concept of past?...

Does it even know the word or concept of future?...

Does it even know the word or concept of 'I'...

Here in this silent clarity...before knowledge 'about' this pristine unfolding....before the word or concept 'comparison'...what on earth could be wrong...or right?

....and who would even 'know?'...a belief believing a belief?...

and where even is this belief?...

and to whom does it belong?...

and out of what is it made?...

Right here...before 'I' am registered or believed........

Right here... where every conceptual appearance including 'I' merges back in to the infinite, original ocean of 'unknowable' essence...Wholeness...out of which it seemingly appears...

Nothing added unto...nothing abstracted....ever...

No thing...in reality... changes...

In actuality eternally...blissfully... unaffected....

Infinity unravelling and appearing to itself...through countless pairs of eyes...

Infinite perspectives of itself....

Writing on water...

How could an unfolding mysterious play of form ever be the wrong rendition?

How could a meticulously orchestrated symphony ever be wrong?

How could creativity ever be definitively wrong or right?

Preferred yes...but 'right' or 'wrong'?....how?...

Does a child carry around a story... a construct about itself... about 'its' 'life'... in its mind... and call that story; all those memories of experiences and interpretations 'me'?....and does it experience life, this fresh, alive, indefinable presence through that stale filter of interpretation, of 'knowing', with those screeching breaks of limitation on?

The child while still in innocence....before this narrator called 'mind' 'thinks' 'it' 'knows' what this great unfolding mystery is or 'should' be.... plays and plays and plays and plays...freely in 'unknowing'...forming shapes out of the malleable clay of consciousness for fun!...

When did all this unknowable...unfathomable mystery become so solid...serious...real...rigid and stiff?

When did 'I' actually take solid...rigid...form?...

...and is it really true?....

that 'I' ever 'did?'......

maybe belief belies itself!...