I love this excerpt from "The Seeker," a poem by Rilke in his Book of Hours (translated by Robert Bly):
"I am circling around God, around the ancient tower, / and I have been circling for a thousand years, / and I still don't know if I am a falcon, or a storm, / or a great song."
Here's my own permutation:
"I am circling around love, around the throbbing hum, and I have been circling for thousands of days, and I still don't know if I am a wounded saint, or a rainy dawn, or a creation story." ~ Brezsny
Compose your own version:
"I am, the circle, circling within All-That-Is, the formless forming, and I have been circling into a thousand things, and I still don't know if I am Suiko, or a Pissarro peasant, or nearing Who I Really Am. ~ Andi