01/22/2026
Home
A long time ago,
On my journey deep inside,
I looked and looked and looked,
For answers outside,
Of who is me.
The sources grand,
The sources old,
There was very much,
In which to behold.
Knowledge of much I received,
Thirst for more I sought,
Until one day, I realized,
Something was always lost.
I stopped searching all about,
And started listening within,
And heard a lot of static,
That for me,
Did not align.
Here and there I’d catch a thought,
Tuned in to something else,
Something leading towards,
The recesses of my mind.
Decades passed,
Here and there,
Turned into leaps of consciousness,
Still none seem connected,
To the answer of which I searched.
Till one day, I heard the concept,
That we’re all just journeying home,
And sought out to discover,
What that meant,
And where it twas.
Today I got the inkling,
Of what it really is,
A place that I have been to,
From time to time along the way.
At first it was an instant,
Next time an instant more,
Each time becoming longer,
With no words to describe,
What was behind,
A mysterious veiled door.
It’s the place from which I started,
Along this winding path,
From here to there and back again,
The spark of wonder—-ing.
It’s the same feeling that I get,
When being away for a long time,
Turning around the handle,
And stepping through,
Knowing that I have come,
To my dwelling home.
So today for the very first time,
When I went into the silence,
I was aware that,
The familiar vibration I felt,
Throughout my entire being,
With every breath I take,
Is the me which I had not seen,
The One I have always been.
