Who am I?

Self discovery poem and spiritually linked conclusions. This poem is from my book 'Sailing these worldy seas'

Who am I, but these roles I mistake myself to be?
Each day unconsciously, adopting a new personality.
I'm playing a part in a play, the director not visible in form.
I need to silence my mind, to be able ti hear his call.
Lights, camera, action, the play shouldn't be taken to heart,
Instead if i resonate with compassion,
Then from love i cannot part.
I catch myself seeking external fulfillment
Forgetting it must come from within,
But that forgetfulness could easily condem me
To a life that's guided by sin,
But still my question remains...
Who am I?
A mother?
A poet?
A wife?
What paradox such question creates
As no thought can define the I in life
The life that's alive and present
That lays witness to all my perceptions,
That realises compulsive self-labeling
Is the mind's programmed deception.
So who am I in this very moment
But life experiencing life.
Through the eyes of the one i call me.
A mother
A poet
A wife