knowing myself again for the Nth time

i thought there will be
no more surprises again
living this life
for a long, long time
but there will always be
this

aha! aha!

serendipity acts like a
stranger
whom you meet in the
market
or was it in the church
after a prayer and you
keep on remembering
but you cannot remember
and then you finally ask

do i know you?

and then you go back to
yourself again
and say

i think i know you

and you continue walking
and working and praying

i still do not really know you

and you wonder and ask again

who are you?

the man in the mirror laughs at you
and declares

hey, i am you, don't you know me anymore?

and you nod.
now old, and weak,
it is you, after all these years
always inquisitive
and unsatisfied
and questioning

verily, it is you man,
man all the time
for all the seasons.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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