I'm Nobody. And Who are You?, Emily Dickinson

I’m Nobody! Who are you?
Are you – Nobody – too?
Then there’s a pair of us!
Don’t tell! they’d advertise – you know!

How dreary – to be – Somebody!
How public – like a Frog –  
To tell one’s name – the livelong June –  
To an admiring Bog!

notes:

true, Mrs.Dickinson, nobody in many ways.
but you wrote.
you talked.

admiration is boring indeed.
and a lot of people admire the wrong stuff,the wrong nobody.
humans came out of the fog-but not all of them did.

as the basic starting point of meditation we are nobody,
in a way. in another way: not.  neither one nor the other.

for the constant flow of consciousness, for the work of
the mind: narration is indispensable. we are somebody.
even when we talk only to ourselves and do not try out our
story on others.

to learn humility it is good to see oneself
as a frog in a bog.
the bog does in fact not admire the frog,
frog and bog are in synchronization,
they live.
and both are not thinking about this nor about
themselves.
and this is wonderful.