To start is to make a wager
To wager is to believe something
Either about oneself or about some other
To lose is to be wrong
To win is to be right
I am neither
Because I am both
I am both guilty and free
Guilty of death
And Free to life
But beyond these
I am honest
Therefore I cannot win nor lose
Because honesty is not a game
It is not a wager
It is not even a start
It is a complete movement
It is a beginning middle end
And it is both permanent and fleeting
It’s existence does not change
But it’s vessel does
The instrument in which honesty abides
Is a shamefully organic thing
It’s words and it’s actions are unsound
It’s thoughts and it’s emotions are betraying
They betray because they are not real
And because they are not real
they can only be used as evidence of growth
Towards something good
Because this good already is
This is the essence of it’s being
This is the Telos and is the Word
This can-is-will be
This is what I believe
This is what I want
And this is all that I am
Do you want this?
Because if you do then take it
And do not disbelieve but believe
I am who I am
Me gustó mucho este poema. Tu hablas del ‘Yo” y lo defines como algo que, aunque pasajero, tiene una sustancia del ser con un propósito envuelto en el verbo cuya realidad es eterna y en la cual uno debe de creer ya que es lo único que es verdad y esencialmente bueno. Es el punto de partida hacia lo que realmente vale, siempre y cuando se una uno al que fue, es y será. El que defines tú al final como;
YO SOY EL QUE SOY.