My life, my movie.

One early 1987 morning,
I came out of the most secure place,
And started witnessing this movie called life.
I was always the protagonist. My life, my movie.
Over the almost 270K hours of this short film,
I met, saw, heard, touched, smelt, countless beings and non-beings.
Each leaving a part of them with me,
And taking away a part of me.
Sometimes big, sometimes small.

Now that I gaze at the person I see in the mirror,
All I see is a lump of energy I have gathered.

Below all this is the real, true myself, I have never met.
Some who have met themselves say,
When you do, everything becomes you.
You become everything.
and there is just, onesness.

I have a feeling, I maybe on a bus,
Taking me to that final stop of mine.
How long will it take, I don't know.
Maybe when now is the only moment left.

Till then I keep looking out of the window,
Enjoying every moment of this ride,
One moment at a time.