Sunday, February 26, 2012

Who am I, really?

I can observe myself.
I can sometimes clearly see when I am pigheaded.
Sometimes I am proud of myself because I am so good,
sometimes I feel ashamed when I notice my self-righteousness or selfishness.

You have also an observing self who keeps an eye on your dealings.
Are your observing self and my observing self
in reality one and the same observing self?
What do you think?

Is this the atman or is this the world soul?
Is this the super-ego or is this the true self?
Is collective consciousness a suitable name for this?
Ask a bunch of gurus and you’ll get bunch of different answers.

What is right in my world may be wrong in your, yes I agree.
However, I’m not talking about what is right or wrong here
I’m talking about the actual seeing,
the ability to see with an inner eye.

You have thoughts and values
you have gender and social conditioning,
you have ideas, opinions and beliefs.
I’m talking about the “you” who have all this,
consciousness itself.

What do you think?
Is this the true self?

I believe that consciousness is created in the brain
and you believe that it is eternal.
These beliefs have built a wall between us.

Tourists have crowded into the half-dark of the enormous Romanesque church.
Vault opening behind vault and no perspective.
A few candle flames flickered.
An angel whose face I couldn’t see embraced me
and his whisper went all through my body:
“Don’t be ashamed to be a human being, be proud!
Inside you one vault after another opens endlessly.
You’ll never be complete, and that’s as it should be.”
Tears blinded me
as we were herded out into the fiercely sunlit piazza,
together with Mr. and Mrs. Jones, Herr Tanaka and Signora Sabatini;
within each of them vault after vault opened endlessly.
Tomas Tranströmmer
Translated by Robert Bly