The I, The Chooser, And The Soul

 

The “I” begins when others speak,

Not something strong, not something weak.

A child is told, “You are,” and then—

They learn to answer back again.

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No science finds the self inside,

No soul to test, no truth to hide.

But speak “I am,” and you create

A place you own, to navigate.

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I am because I say I am,

Not judged by praise, and never damned.

My soul and yours are each their own,

With awesomeness, we are self-known.

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The soul comes next—not earned nor proved,

But what’s beneath a self un-moved.

Not here to lead, or act, or choose—

It simply is, and leaves no clues.

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No points to score, no worth to test,

It just exists, so fully blessed.

Not praised for good or blamed for sin,

It is the light that dwells within.

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I am because I say I am,

Not judged by praise, and never damned.

My soul and yours are each their own,

With awesomeness, we are self-known.

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The words we use—like “choice” and “I”—

Can lift us up, or twist and lie.

They help us plan, they help us grow,

But when they blame, they are our foe.

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So split the terms, and make them clear—

Use “I” to act, not racketeer.

Deserving, status, worth, or fate—

“Choosing” must free and not berate.

 

I am because I say I am,

Not judged by praise, and never damned.

My soul and yours are each their own,

With awesomeness, we are self-known.