For Those Who Are Searching

For Those Who Are Searching

I searched for truth without a name,

Just knowing something felt the same.

The world explained, but never knew

The questions burning straight through.

I read the signs, I watched the stars,

Heard whispered truths from tarot cards.

I chased the hidden, chased the deep,

Through things awake and things asleep.

I healed with hands, I breathed in forms,

Learned how to stand inside the storms.

I fought, I flowed, I learned control,

Still felt a hunger in my soul.

Each path gave light, each path gave taste,

But something vital went to waste.

Because the center stayed as me,

The will to take, not truly see.

I didn’t know what I was missing,

Just felt the ache that kept insisting.

I wasn’t lost — I just was blind

To what was asking from behind.

Truth wasn’t hidden in the sky,

Nor found by asking “who am I?”

It waited where I wouldn’t look —

Where I must give, not merely took.

I didn’t find it by demand,

It came when I let go my hand.

When “why” grew tired of being fed,

And bowed instead of raising head.

So if you’re searching, worn and sore,

And nothing satisfies anymore —

Don’t quit, don’t settle, don’t despair,

Your lack is proof you’re almost there.

You’re not confused, you’re not too late,

You’re standing at a certain gate.

Not one you enter by belief,

But by releasing self-conceit.

Truth isn’t something you can chase,

It meets you when you change your place.

When what you seek is no longer for you,

That’s when the truth starts seeking you.