Finding Myself?

When last I checked I was right under my nose.
I can see my hands, my fingers, the sides of my nose, and all of my toes.
So why do I have to search for me anywhere but here?
There are some writers and poets that see themselves in places they hold dear.
I guess you could say that my spirit feels like birds, butterflies or other inanimate things.
When I'm happy or joyful I just start to sing.
When I'm tired I feel like flat-bread, no spice or zing.
I think that I can truthfully say, that my memory travels farther in a minute than I do in one day.
I've experienced floating in a parachute just below the clouds in the sky.
I've traveled in jet planes and have marveled at towns, oceans and cities as we breezed bye,
but I never have ever needed to look for me!
I have wondered, however, what my next life choice should be.
I think we are all eternally living in the present.
We may sleep and age but we are still with ourselves, and that is time well spent.
Am I what I look like, feel like, believe in or choose to participate in?
When this life is over does a new one begin?
For now I'm content knowing I don't need to find myself or worry about a place to land.
I'm God's child and I'm in His hands.
Not found, not lost, not shaken or tossed,
Just me and myself at whatever the cost.

THE END