Within the realms of self and soul, there lies
A mysterious entity that defies
Definition, grasping, a fleeting hue,
The elusive “I” that hides from view.

In the depths of consciousness it dwells,
A presence felt, but words can’t tell,
Beyond the labels, the roles we play,
The elusive “I” remains in sway.

It slips through fingers, like grains of sand,
Resisting capture, slipping from our hand,
A dance of shadows, forever changing,
The elusive “I” keeps rearranging.

It is not the body, nor the mind’s design,
Not confined to form, nor limited by time,
It defies definition, defies control,
The elusive “I” evades our soul.

In moments of stillness, it may appear,
A glimpse of truth, so crystal clear,
But as we reach, it slips away,
The elusive “I” does not betray.

Yet in the quest to find this hidden guest,
We dive within, where silence rests,
In the depths of presence, we may find,
The elusive “I” revealed, intertwined.

For the seeker and the sought are one,
The elusive “I” and the journey done,
In surrender and acceptance, we may see,
The elusive “I” and its mystery.

So, embrace the enigma, embrace the unknown,
The elusive “I” may never be fully shown,
But in the seeking, the journey unfolds,
And the elusive “I” is where the truth beholds.