I am the house of the Self
With many rooms to explore.

I have been wandering this house
Since I was born or before.

I did not know the house,
Did not know it was mine.

When it did not seem to match
I was doomed to live confined.

Watching others come and go
All I knew was to endure.

I was frightened by the house
Not recognizing it as mine.

Lately, though, I began to see,
It is my house of Self,
each room my mystery.

The house waits patiently
For me to find the key.

And unlock the door,
Buried deep inside me.