In Search of My Loch Ness

As I unravel each layer of being,
What will I find?

When at center, will I be nectar?
Will I want me?

To go where no one has gone
Is cinema.

In my pendulous voyage flows suspense.
Moving as mountain stream

Over vines and never ending hills,
Unabated.

As I unravel each layer of being,
Will I know to stop?

Will I have gone
Too far?

Can path be retraced? Can I,
Replace what is torn?

As I unravel each layer of being,
How will I know I am there?

When at the center of my sacred face,
How will I know?