Often, I didn’t even know what I was searching for.
But I kept searching … not settling for the superficial answers the world provided.
This made all the difference.
Somehow I didn’t let go of that intuitive voice we all have when we are children. I knew it had some shred of authenticity that would be of value to me throughout every stage of life, for I feel it was given to me even before this life.
I seek the root. I seek the base.
All the thoughts, but not the face.
I see the shadows that are lurking,
The force that keeps it working.
True flow under the stream
Is not what it seems.