Beyond Myself 
 
When I am referencing to myself as this body 
When I am worried about its welfare in worldly terms 
Then how can I explain my way of living to the poor and destitute 
How can I sit with the one who has no limbs?
How can I see the misery of the ones who have no food to eat? 
If I am to sit with them 
Knowing that I can never take away their woes at the level of body 
Then I must meet them and myself at a level which is common to us all 
There has to be a different referencing 
Since God cannot be cruel 
There has to be a bigger and kinder identity 
Which needs no work or time to fix itself? 
And yet all these people are nothing but my own concepts 
Their pains and fears only ever mine 
As a body I am or will be in time all bodies and their concepts 
So, as I go deeper 
I leave behind all the concepts of separation 
To sense something else 
Which is same always 
And to which every concept I have bows 
Where there is no waiting anymore 
And the concepts cannot be found 
As the seeing looks beyond