Searching, for everything already there. For
every thought already known. For everything that
ever was, is, and will be. Struggling. Oh how we
struggle. And the more we avoid it, the greater
the struggle becomes, until we realize, the
struggle is the blessing. Progressing. Changing.
Evolving. Growing. From a seed to a tree. From a
child to a man/woman. From a man/woman to a
spirit to a god fulfilling his plan. Purpose. No
words can describe the unnamable. No beginning,
no end, just always now. Marveling at the miracle
and all of a sudden it all seemed to make sense
somehow. Searching, for everything already there.
For every thought already known. For everything
that ever was, is and will be.