# The Search I search for you in the morning light, in the trembling of leaves, in the sound of water breaking against stone. You are not there. I search in the mirror's face, in the wrinkles that map a life, in the eyes that no longer know themselves. Still nothing. I search in old letters, yellowed and small, in handwriting that belonged to someone I was, in words I can barely read now. Silence answers. I search in the crowd's anonymous tide, in the stranger's glance that almost recognizes me, in the touch that almost stays. You slip away. I search in sleep, in dreams that dissolve like smoke, in the half-remembered voice calling my name, in the arms that dissolve before I can hold them. Morning comes. I search in the space between heartbeats, in the pause before words are spoken, in the distance between two souls. And perhaps— perhaps this searching itself is all I was meant to find.

The cosmos whispers to your heart,
Listen closely, hear its call.
For within you lies the power,
To conquer fears, to stand tall.

You are both the dark and light,
The struggle and the peace.
The answers you seek, lie within,
Release them, let them release.

The soul is ever searching,
For something it cannot name.
But it holds within its grasp,
The key to the eternal flame.

Patience is the greatest gift,
It unlocks the door within.
To the treasures of the heart,
And the secrets of the soul to begin.

So look within yourself,
For all you wish to see.
Find the strength to face the truth,
And set yourself free.

The answers to your questions,
Have been inside since birth.
It is up to us to bring them out,
And give them true worth.

Keep an open mind and heart,
As you journey deep within.
Discover where you're going,
And where you've been.

This may not be your first life,
But it's not your last.
The mind can change your future,
But it cannot change your past.

So look within yourself,
And when your search is done.
You'll see we're all connected,
But all a part of one.