I stand at the crossroads of four roads,
searching for someone I do not even know—
perhaps someone I may never know.
For what I seek
already lives within me.
It has always been there.
Rather than spending my life searching,
perhaps it is better to become the search itself.
Why should I keep asking who I am?
When the whole world already exists within me.
Why search for someone else’s shadow
when my own presence is waiting to be found?