the space between

i tried and tried, till i could fight no more  i burnt and burnt, the "me" of which i was so sure  i changed and changed, till 'you' appeared in me  i am lost, but will i ever cry again ? i chased and chased, till your dreams became mine  i waited and waited, till i lost all sense of time  i hoped , i hoped, rejoicing all mundane  i Try, but will i ever cry again ?  i hold, i hold,all this that comes to an end  i build, i build, huge castles from the sand  i seek, i seek , life, but all in vain   i love,but will i ever cry again ? i cried and cried, till the tears fell no more i sulked and sulked, waiting for you at the door i thought and thought why?, till the mind could feel no pain i am still alive, but will i ever cry again ?

thought long and hard about who i really am? and after continous study, i realised, i am not the body, it is just a covering controlled by the senses, i am not the senses, it is controlled by the mind, i cant be the mind, it dies with the body, and is not present during deep sleep, then who am i ? i could be the life force which keeps the body alive, but it must be controlled by something else, which is still alive when the body dies, what is it? i know it is the soul. and through study i know it is consciousness, pure awareness, intelligence. so i am this intelligence with no form. which makes me aware of my existence and others, its the eye of the eye, mind of the mind, and ear of the ear, it supports all, yet noone supports it, then i thought, to be aware of something else ,there needs to be consciousness there as well, just like to see something there needs to be light at both the places. so i find me the consciousness cognizing something with consciousness, and ofcourse this cons