I had these thoughts the other day, I dont know if anyone else feels them as I do.

I am not the body. I am.
I am not the mind. I am.
I am not the wind that blows. I am.
I am not the stars that shine. I am.
I am not the ocean that breaks. I am.
I am not the broken hearted. I am.
I am not the earth below. I am.
I am not the clouds above. I am.
I am that I am.

I struggle to understand it myself. Yet, sometimes I do. Then the understanding quickly fades away into the mundane, everyday life.

I think it points to existence itself, and not the content of existence.

That we exist, it seems to me, is that which we search for. Not something that exists within existence, but existence itself.

That, I think, is the Ultimate. The Ground of Being. God. Brahman.