Where I End and Krishna Begins

The ego, a mask I wore, a story I told, 

"I did this," it boasted, feeling brave and bold. 

"I am clever," it whispered, with a touch of conceit, 

Lost in a world of self-importance, incomplete.

But the mask began to crack, revealing the truth, 

The "I" was a phantom, a fleeting uncouth. 

Where was the "I" when the world first began? 

A story invented, a concept of man.

Now a deeper connection, a force I can't name, 

A whisper of Krishna, a flickering flame. 

Is it a merging of souls, a dissolving of lines? 

Or a dance of existence, where the divine intertwines?

Perhaps both can exist, the wave and the sea, 

The drop in the ocean, forever will be. 

The "I" now transformed, a vessel, a guide, 

Surrendered to Krishna, flowing with the tide

“What you seek is seeking you.”