"My mind may ask..."

by Hans Plomp


My mind may ask:
How can I find my self?
Who is the I that finds?
Who is the self?
Who’s asking, anyway?
This is perplexing.
In vain I grasp for sense.
But when I close my eyes
to look inside
I find myself back
in the middle of the labyrinth
at peace with all,
no need for explanations ―
As perfectly at ease
as a fly on a turd.