Am I the animal? Is the animal in me?
Am I in the animal? What can the me be?
What makes this flesh to move so free?
What binds unto this flesh the me?
What is the me of me? and what is I?

I am a product of my thought,
Though thought is a product of me.
I am a being who has fought
With the pangs of culture,
With the pain to be free.

I am lost though I know where I am.
And I am all though seeming none.
And yes, I struggle to again be One.

But am I the animal? Is the animal in me?
Am I in the animal? What more is there to me?
Why unto me this affliction grown?
Why unto me these facts not known?
And what state is this that I call “free?”

These forgotten facts I once knew well
And now do seek them out.
From realms beyond to flesh I fell
Casting out the Light of Truth;
I then knew not what I was about.

Freedom comes again, though ne’er it left,
When desire’s freedom wills its way
Again to Light and from this world away.

But why am I the animal? It is not in me!
I am in the animal! How came here I to be?
What curse upon myself was cast?
That I had to live through past
And future, knowing Time just cannot be.

The passage of learning is the illusion of Time
And Time is the teacher of all.
This? No curse: life away from the shine
Of the Light – from which lessons learnt will
Show the Way back to from where I did fall.

The animal was my downfall; into its clutch I came:
A tool for toiling and learning, though Time has no end
With this, my tool: Time I shall transcend.