“Who Am I Without My Story?”
I cut the barbed wire stretched taught between two sturdy old fence posts, first at one end and then the other.
Tossing it away, I pushed on the posts, each in turn.
They loosened easily from the ground.
Lifting them free, I threw them aside, away from my body.
Lying back, I viewed the scene without them.
I saw a flawless field of blue sky and green pasture untouched by human invention.
Again came the words that had been moving through my mind, like a mantra, endlessly asking,
“Who am I without my story?”
I looked into the scene produced within and saw now the fullness of nature revealed.
Three wild Indian ponies galloped into the pasture of my body
and I saw them as me.
Body, Mind and Spirit.
This is who I am without my story.
I am wild and free, uninhibited by custom or convention.
I know not my past and care not my future.
I am here now. This is all there is.
In this moment, I dance myself into existence and awareness flows along each breath.
I continuously unfold.
I am neither nefarious nor reputable.
I am either the falsehood of my story or the truth of my being.