Who am I?

It is said that St. Francis passed an entire night asking, “Who are you, God?” and  “Who am I?”

 

Turning this into a breath prayer: “Who are you”?” (exhale)  “Who am I?” (inhale) is one of my favorite practices.

 

Tonight, there were moments of transcendence.

 

There was a timeless time that I lost myself.  I was asking the questions but would have been unable to tell you which question applied to me, the asker, and which question applied to the entity who is not (at least apparently) me.

 

My inability to know who I was doesn’t feel like I lost the knowledge of myself.  Rather, it feels like I fell into a deeper truth that I am, in some way, God. I think this might be connecting to that divine breath that turned the primal fist full of Earth into the first person.  I believe we still carry this divine spark, this image of God. I think, for just a moment, I was there, at that part of me so deep that it stops being me and it starts being something… magnificent.

 

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