A nature most aware of self

I am a dreaming creature
The kind which looks at self and sees
The constant pattern of love and stuck
In practices so well-known
That I
Not in an act of self worship or love
Catch myself thinking "if"
And also "I could only be"
Then more would be more
And somehow I most suddenly would
Be in someways more free

When really, I've been so all along and am

Who I am is am

What I believe is me