The Search, A New Poem

I wrote this poem after a conversation with a friend. We were talking about the various ways that we search for ourselves. In my experience, life has taught me that you have to go inside of yourself to find yourself.

“The Search”

Cottonwood trees follow
potential streams
like butterflies caught in wind heading North
Naked feet follow
like disciples caught in an endless search
Aspen roots follow
underground streams
like a wandering sadhu’s weave searching for core teachings
Children follow
lightening bugs
like daydreams coming true.
Seekers follow
paths to empty temples
like an endless dream to nowhere.
Silence follows
flows of light
searching only for itself.

What are you searching for?

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