And who is that?
You cannot define yourself, only recognize yourself in the flow that you know is right because the remembering goes deep, all the way to the black core of beginnings, straight through to the light. It is you before, you after, and you all along—you that you forget everyday, you that you try to escape, you that beckons you back, heard through the little voice, felt through the shocks of inspiration that ripple then rip open, you that wakes you in the night, you that is you forever, you who is ashamed over the long distances you have traveled in the wrong direction, and you who weep at your own return.
Beautifully written thank you!