Myself

There’s something that feels and thinks,

And  it breathes,  eats and drinks.

It talks and  says, “This  is me and  my.

That something is what is I.

This I is for Me to keep,

When I’m awake and full asleep.

With its own body and face

It’s all alone in the stretch of space.

Yet, it’s part of the Cosmic Whole

I know not if it has a goal.

In the world’s long  history

I  has been a grand mystery.

All I want is, while this I is here

That it live with a mind always clear.

Each day it should to others be kind

And thus in life its happiness find.

Someday this I’ll forever be gone

But life on earth will still go on.

Nothing unique in this world so wide

Where  living creatures have always died.