Egg shells

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Who then am I?
Worker, Father, Son and Husband,
All these and so much more.
And everything fragmented
in tiny egg box lives,
Bound by roles of obligation.

What then am I?
Spirit, soul, mind and body,
Am I really these at all?
Consciousness compartmentalised,
Unity shattered giving
Illusions of complexity.

How then am I?
Born, Created, Eternal and Finite
Are these then elements of same
Many levels,
No simple questions,
Answers within a paradox.