There is an ‘I’ Within Me . . .
By Richard Saicho
There is an ‘I’ within me standing proud
of all it sees, to give commands,
living there alone, homunculus enthroned,
beholden to no rule or law
except the matrix of its past.
It knows no god;
no mother’s gaze
has shaped its purpose or its life,
no path was open at its birth
save that of all the ancient roads
its predecessors took
through the seas and the forest,
touched by light and darkness, pain and joy,
remaking itself a billion times
until it came to rest within my mind.
Am I at peace with this invisible self,
and should I be?
Should I try and form a corporate being
who rules from my self conscious perch
all motions and all thought,
like governing a thousand horses
pulling a chariot through a maze?
Or should I leave my inclinations limp
while the ‘I’, with some mysterious wisdom,
guides my every move?
We think we know this ‘I.’
We hope it is a friend.
It has no friends —
only memories of enemies
who strove to stop the flow
of its existence
at every turn,