Here I am.

My presence lives here.

I live here.

Who is the ego?

There is no ego.

It is I who limit my life.

Who is the mind?

There is no mind.

It is I who believe my thoughts.

Who am I?

There is no answer.

It is I who decide who I am.

I am here.

I live here.

I do not know how to deny the I.

I do not know how to fight limitations.

I do not know how to make enemies of thoughts.

They are all myself.

And I am here.

I only know how to open myself to the I.

In opening, I forget everything I know.

Anything I say about myself is philosophy.

Anything I know about myself is fantasy.

I only know that I am here.

Here is my presence.

Here I live.