There comes a point in life where you wonder - Who am I? Sometimes the question arises from a turn of fate, an injury of some sort or stress being put onto life that shakes us up from the normally mundane routine. Often times the question is as fleeting as the breath. In one tube and out the other. But, when given more consideration, we can begin to stimulate a sense which we often neglect. Reflection. 

I am not the thoughts - yet I think them
I am not the feelings - but I FEEL them
I am not the words - yet I type them
I am not the sounds - but I make them

We are more than our things, our money, our power. Our actions and achievements. Our bodies and our brains. Our thoughts and our ideas. Our creations and expressions.

We are the Creators - not just the consumers 
We are the composers, the artists and the poets
We are directors - not just drones
We are POWERFUL generators - not just victims of circumstance
We are unified. Invisible, yet one

We are just passing through. We are soul. We are energy. We are infinite. We can never be created or destroyed.
So who am I?
I AM