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The ultimate proof being self realization

An arduous journey,

one which i already know?

Surely so, for I have travelled along

many paths.

Three lifetimes of experience

in twenty seven short years-

this being proof-

proof of survival

proof of my being

proof of everything

In God's eyes



Maybe I don't see things the same way

through my eyes



Knowledge is born of experience

I am led to believe,

but the twists and turns

of my progression

often lead to my regression.



The end of the beginning

the beginning of the end.



A starting point and ending point

with no inbetween,

just one continuum

of the same me.

The 'me' i often think of as a mere fabrication,

a concoction of thoughts and actions

that determine who i am to the outsider.

This 'me' that appears acutely self aware,

this whole 'me',

the 'me' full to the brim of ultimate proof-



but the ultimate proof i harbour inside

is one i cannot let you see

for this ultimate proof

is what really makes me 'me'

Stripped bare with no reflections to

image myself from

I am left with this

proof of survival

proof of my being

knowledge of what

knowledge of how



But who?

I'm still looking for the ultimate proof.