The Me
The Me
Am I still me?
Asked the stray thought
In the fuzzy zone
I was sliding through
On my way
To a softer consciousness.
An irrelevant question,
Given a few years,
And inevitability.
But I AM still me,
Or rather,
I am still a part of the All,
Retaining some memory
Of things happening
In my small space
That I have named
Existence.
Me.
And when I pass, what then?
I will still be a part of the All,
Though the shell now be
Inanimate.
For a time then I will still resemble
Me
Though there is no longer
A consciousness to respond
To the question.
Am I still me?
The question remains irrelevant
Though I am conscious
So far.
Knowledge
Experience
Gain
Loss
Each has played it’s song on
Me.
Even the shell has changed,
And changes still.
But memory remains…
Most of the memory remains.
Am I still me?
In a few years
That question may not matter.
Or will there be
A new place to ask the question?
If so,
Will it be the right question?
This I know:
The All continues,
With, or without
Me.
Cliff Lake 8/13/2023
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