I be
The soul
Not this body that hangs from a tree
Nor the eyes, two deceiving thieves
hanging on either side of the One
I
Who sees?
I Am
The Light
That subtly burns within
One
Maybe able to see
Him having eyes
Who sees?
not me
the body hanging as if dead by the tree
not the mind
blind and cannot see
nor the emotion
fake as can be
not even the flow of chi
not the senses
enmeshed in sin
seer of what is to be seen
I
The intellect cannot be
I be that I
The One
I
INdeed