Missing Person

Missing Person, by Siddhananda June 22, 2007

A missing person

I am missing

I don't know where to find myself

No need for alarm

I am missing

Where did I go?

Back to where I came from

I guess

When I come back

Where do I come from?

Does someone walk up behind me tap me

on the shoulder and say 'I'm back'

Who comes back?

I don't know

I don't know her well anymore

For she doesn't hang out and linger home as long

She's getting bored I suppose

For I rarely listen to her whining and talk of future pleasures

She leaves home often now

I don't even bother looking for her

That troubled person

Is being well cared for by God

I don't haveto do anything about it

Who is that troubled person?

Was there such a thing?

As I said, God is taking care

I've watched her cry, bemoan losses, justify

I look on

Experience

What of it?

It doesn't blow me away

I look on

I take care of people that are dying

I clean up dead bodies

ugly, bloated and yellow

I look on

This body is the same

It won't make a very good looking corpse

Does the body haveto die for the person to die?

This person is missing much of time

but the body is still alive and doing

Now it is walking and enjoying

Ah the rich green leaves

Against a deep blue sky

The warm sunshine on the skin

And the smell of Summer in the air

Who to enjoy this? Yet there is enjoyment

to enjoy

I am here and sometimes not here at all

Yet I can't go anywhere

All takes care of itself

God is taking care