Who is this "I" that cannot see?

Who is this "I" that cannot see?

Really ever ask yourself who are you?

Are you really that person a mirror has in view?

Do you really know what your internals are?

Or are you contents with a lid on in a jar?

So with this we must know to be in mind

A very interesting fact that in which to find

In ZEN* one does not seek or to be sought

I am not the one thinking, I am the one being thought 

Take a deeper look and look at who sees

It is not "I" that sees and it cannot be me

The essence that knows without knowing at all

Going by life quickly not interested but enthralled

So temporary that  we are in  the blink of our eyes

Drifting by like a cloud then into disappearing skies

Knowing that once we were here but no longer cannot be

What was the point all along in the you that I was suppose to know

But the you I did not see was me?

Dom*Colucci © 2020