No Exit

Wherever I go,

there I am.

My past,

even what I can't

recall--

there I am.

Every scar,

every question,

every tangled web--

there I am.

Can't I change my skin,

lighten my load?

I'm so tired

of dragging

these burdens of regret.

Seek and ye shall seek some more

Gods that are seen
are illusions.
Signs and wonders puff us up.

What are we waiting for?
Nothing that is not already ours.

 Fruitless to strain our eyes
scanning the horizon:
the Kingdom is in me, in you,
in seekers and mystics and skeptics,
in all.

Grasp the moment, 

find eternity here.

Grace begets grace
while we limp,
lost and determined,
through mazes of distortion,
seeking ourselves.