Centripetal Eddy You’ve Been

You’ll never fully access

The truth about what you feel,

And that goes for everyone,

Awareness riding along

Like tectonic plates atop

Forever restless magma.

You don’t have to try so hard.

Self-knowledge, self-awareness

Are not those keys to wisdom

And enlightenment you’d like

Them to be. They’re part of you,

The part that the world can’t keep,

But they’re neither delusions

Of an ego’s monkey mind

Nor know-thyself solutions.

They’re you as you ever is,

And, somehow, they’re alien,

Little vacuoles in flesh

That hiss and murmur, I am

This person here, and I am

Its unified history,

And I have nowhere to go

Once I’m not, so I rotate

Fast as I can as I can.