I Am That

The sky is grey again in Brooklyn, NY, this morning. The light reminds me of winter in Copenhagen: milky and smooth, as if the sun is trying to shine through thick layers of white silk. It sends my mind back in time, where it will be ruminating for some time today, I already know. Good or bad, we are everything we have been and everything that came before and up to now. I am that. So-Hum. Hum-Sa. सो ऽहम्