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.
Cottonwood trees follow
like butterflies caught in wind heading North
Naked feet follow
like disciples caught in an endless search
Aspen roots follow
like a wandering sadhu’s weave searching for core teachings
like daydreams coming true.
paths to empty temples
like an endless dream to nowhere.
flows of light
searching only for itself.
What are you searching for?