Finding Self

Finding Self

Some think we are alone on this journey
The self and the will are never married,
They see death in terms of isolation
And man is an island desiring to be the sea,
They have missed his immanence
And they’ve lost their source of self
They don’t know what it means to be,
They are searching and searching
But never restfully at peace,
They dive into their corrupted being
And all the while loose their humanity,
We were made and made by the self existing being
And I will no longer look inside for the finding of my soul
I will look to my maker to discover myself,
And I am finding
That the more I die the more I live
I hope to disappear so that I may be
That I may be the Adam I’m supposed to be
Being the man I was made to be,
Wills combined
And intellect refined
Loving love itself
I’m finding myself.