I’ve always been lost, he said.
Ever since I was a child who
was old enough to remember.
Oh? I asked. And how do you
Think that happened?
The way it always does, he said.
I kept on hearing a name and
ended up believing it was mine.
And after that? I asked. Did you
find what you were looking for?
No, he answered. All I could ever
find was the longing and the seeking.
They were the only things I found.
And now? I asked. Surely, now?
After all this time? Something?
Nothing! He clapped. Nothing!
Ha! There’s nothing here at all
except the seeing and the loving.