I walk down the street and I find
that same person I always see.
With his long beard and walking stick,
his shadow spread across the street,
and smoke flitting in little circles from his cigarette.
With a mysterious smile, he
leans forward some, to rest on his walking stick
As if he beckons, for me to join in,
on his lovely journey to the other side of the world.
I want to stop and notice him, but I find that my feet take me further away.
I turn around, but my eyes resist seeing him.
And Oh! I realize I dont recognize
who I have become anymore.
He was a guidepost
in the convoluted grid of space and time,
And because I have learned to recognize him now,
it is, but a matter of time,
until I find myself.
-Srividya March 2014