Who Am I?

Who am I? Who am I? Who am I?

The question posed during the guided meditations I listen to.

Who am I? Who am I? Who am I?

I am not a daughter, a sister, a mother, a lover.

Who am I? Who am I? Who am I?

I am not an artist, a photographer, a writer.

I am who I was before I was.

Like the stars in the night sky, whose light travels across time - light was, and so was I.

Before I was, I am.

Like stardust drifting through the cosmos, I am.

I am not just born of the stars; I am the stars — a timeless dance of light and energy, existing long before my name was known.

I am -- I am -- I am…