Lost And Found

Presence speaks through poetry on leaving the old behind to seek One Source within.

The lost and found is a place
A box kept hidden behind the door
Where old socks and mittens hide
You mothers know the score

How do we know what's in the box?
How do we arrive at what is lost?
If it's there inside that chest
Do we seek what is tossed?

Or do we look within to find
What we thought so well defined
The All created behind that door
Separation, a state of mind