becoming

you can't find for where you're becoming.

it has no edges,

no clear demarcations of notice.

it isn't will-directed, 

not even by decision's maid, 

will alter its course.

sure, you can make of it, appearances.

you can create a language of description.

you can even script an entire monologue.

but becoming will find a way,

beneath, behind, and beyond,

what narratives you have in place.

becoming has its own rhythm and pace.

you are all the outcome, 

as experience will allow.

otherwise, it's news to you,

as in some time there after.

becoming is the cutting edge of being,

yet projection seems to rule one's view.

but in those precious moments,

when one's self is not so preoccupied,

there is a self of being and soul

that captivates and enunciates,

more by feelings than by actions.

there, you will find becoming

in its registry of means.

not that you can make words out of it.

but by presence, 

you can come to express,

that which dwells 

beyond what narratives you have proposed.

becoming is all pour and radiance expressed.

the rest is intermittency in passing.

'be' is its method

and 'coming' is a view from the yearn,

as permission to get out of your own way.

for you can't find your becoming,

but you can be, 

a conscious part of it's welcoming,

from within . . .