Becoming

Here it was,
where it has
always
Been.

The answer
that was
in the question,
all along.

The idea of
“I”,
the idea of
“me”,
flowing in a stream
of memory.

Becoming is Being
when seen with
the eyes
of the Soul.

The river that
comes
back
Home.

Reverie
of a longing
contained
in a past
only remembered
because it seemed
Lost.

But it was never lost,
only forgotten;
concealed
to experience fully
what it is to become.

¿Who Am I,
if not only
the eternal
Unknown?