The Search...

I searched high and low for a while. And then I took a break. I slept. I ate. I talked and I was loud. I started searching again. Always this feeling of not being satisfied. Not being complete. Not being enough. Or having enough. Always a hunger for that one thing that will make everything perfect...

Then you came along and you showed me. You showed me that it was always there. If I just listen. No more searching. Just listening - without expectation. Without judgment. Just listening. Breathing...

It was never in someone else or in something else. It was always right there. Inside. Im the silence. In the stillness. In between the rawness of everyday life. In a little corner, hidden between books, or on a sofa. In a blossoming garden, or next to you!

Now I find it anywhere because it's always there. I carry it with me. I sit with it. I dance with it. Sometimes laugh with it. Now I know...It's me. And it was always me...