Phase I: The Search

A search
within oneself
for oneself
ends as all searches end
with a find
which may be or
may not be worth the
time spent.
the energy spent
and the worry caused.
Exhausted, well-spent,
exuberant, glad,
sad, weary,
rejoiceful----
all these one may be
at the discovery of
what at first sems to be
oneself
but turns out
only to be
another conglomeration
of "mes," "is" and "myselfs"
all in one grand confusion.
The search
what a futile search
it may be.
it may be.
Phase II: The Find and Disappointment
Past the time of searching
tired and confused
one finds oneself
at the gatewaay
to oneself
unable
because of misuse
to enter the door to oneself,
to confront oneself
as oneself,
kneel to oneself
in all recognition
of oneself,
to find oneself and not
to
run
from
oneself,
unable to face oneself
and rejoice in being oneself.
Tired one lies
upon the path
to oneself
facing onself
but not seeing oneself.
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