Who Am I
Who am I? A seeker, within I set sail,
Beyond the horizon where stories pale.
Golden threads of twilight unravel in my grasp,
A penumbra of half-truths, a breath to clasp.
Waters rise from twin springs of insight,
A call to cleanse, to bathe in light.
An offering to the serene, a passage to cross,
The dagger of repentance, a coin to toss.
They urged me to open my chest, to reveal,
To reawaken the saint, the truth to unseal.
Before the reliquary mirrors, I stood to confess,
Our mirrors lie, but here they address.
Reflections of incarnation, not mere mimicry,
A perplexing phenomenon, a soul's intricacy.
To look within, a task of moments or ages,
A measure of the self, in countless stages.
emm*
Copyright 26 August 2014
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