Search

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?