POETRY/SPIRITUAL

Finding Your Self

A poem about unknowing

Artwork by Janaka Stagnaro

Dear Beloved,
Relish not those who ‘have found themselves,’
For they are shod in iron shoes
Walking over the bog of time.

They find themselves in their jobs,
As doctors, lawyers, and teachers
Nurses, writers, and artists,
Accountants, politicians, and beggars.

They find themselves in their roles
As husbands and wives,
Lovers and ex’s,
Friends and foes,
Sons and daughters,
Mothers and fathers.

They find themselves in their beliefs,
As Buddhists and Hindus,
Christians and Muslims,
New Agers and Jews,
Pagans and Bohemians,
Philosophers and Scientists.

They find themselves in the land of their births:
New Yorkers and Chicagoans,
Texans and Californians,
Americans and Russians,
Earthlings and Aliens.