It's the expansion
of being
who yourself seek.
Wanting to know who
at night you will sleep.
Who whispers those
dreams at night you see.
Who is this person?
Who do you see?
What shame or torture
following this question.
To know me is to know me
that's it's intention.
For I don't even know me.
Changing like seasons
but reaching to the core.
Something more.
Is it beauty?
A child?
What is she fearing?
Again I look around
darkness abounds.
And ask myself daily
Who do I seek?
Who makes me speak?
Who changes my mind?
What makes me weak?
I crave to know this skin I wear.
But more I wonder who's hiding in there.
It's my mission.
