WHERE WAS I

Discovering ones true self cold be what this is?

WHERE WAS I

something waiting slowly emerging 

from a lifetime a lifetime missing parts of myself,

loose machinery, can it really be lost this passing, 

this reflection of a flock of migrating geese?

Being here in the remnants of Eden time 

laying still the lake offers clear views of the past

the Now coming into view, into not knowing, into Being 

honest with the reflections the transparency of us

the all knowing One gently reflecting the shadows 

of the departing geese, the shadows, 

being shadows, are relevant, on my tail

watching my progress

the passing never lost

what else is there?

-Gary