ME-STERY

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ME-STERY

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I own a vast array of things

Spoons, socks, paper products

I need all this stuff to live my day smoothly

These things are not me

If I had different spoons or chopsticks

I would still be me

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I own a vast array of cells and atoms

Which are routinely and automatically replaced

Still, I am the little me that cried in a crib

The me that went to school, the me that became an adult

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I am not spoons or cells

I am the information that knows what spoons are

I am the data on where the replacement cells go

I am the Organizer - spoons in the silverware drawer

Liver cells in the liver all tidy and neat

And who is the Organizer?

Though I am the Knower of some information

I do not know who I am yet but I believe

In the heart of the lotus, in the center of the rose  there is an answer

There is an answer that only my silent inner being can hear

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