Stranger in the Myst
Stranger in the Midst
of what should be well-known
with those who are my own,
as if the Gate I passed
was like a Gate of Past
and I had still to claim
such echoes of my Name;
this Time was less complex
- this Time of lost aspects -
converging more of me
in this reality,
so I can deeper feel
such ties to what is real
and, wiser, know the wealth
of standing in my Self.