I know what I am.
I am the blackness from which all light shines. I am the void which gives birth to all form. I am the eternal constant of impermanence. I am the self that reflects the other.
I am the breath of the cosmos, the emissary of divinity. Proxy eyes by which the all can see. I am the instrument of creation by which I can discover all that is me.
The world before me is but my own reflection. The vessel from which I’m expressed, one aperture among infinitum. Each aperture a fold in the fabric of ness, a self implosion birthing the illusion of self individuation.
My eyes are, The eyes. My I is, The I. My voice the voice of one; the voice of all. I only know myself by the love at heart, the same love which persists each manifestation. And by knowing the love within you, I further come to know myself.
I know what I am, and I am what I am. I am. I am.