Who am I

I am told to go back to my origin I am asked to search for my identity Having been placed in this world and molded to believe a certain truth, I am now told to look beyond and search for my truth Who am I? Who is the creator? Where will I go? What is my purpose? What is creation? Why so much pain and suffering? Learn the lessons, I am told Seek and you shall find, I hear Ask and It will be known, I am commanded Be so you can become, I am instructed Meditate and you shall find But such is this path Full of confusion and chaos Like unwrapping a gift packed to infinity As curiosity grows, the wrapping is endless, with no beginning and no ending Such is my state The saints and mystics are still in search How am I qualified to walk on such path What will lead to this understanding if they are still searching Sometimes it appears to be a game A game of hide and seek As you draw closer to what seems to be an outcome, it disappears An illusion within an illusion.. Without any knowledge, I go on searching Not knowing what I will find out, or if there is anything at all Swayed away in a tornado of longing, such is my state...