Inwards

Again and again and again

Life points us inwards.

Is the answer in that prize?

Ah no, tis but a mirage.

The desire to acquire it was in me.

Is the answer in that house?

Ah no, its comfort cannot rouse

The life threads that weave out from me.

Is the answer in that money?

Ah no, though it tastes like honey

The sweetness I perceive is in me.

Is the answer in my friends?

Ah no, they have their own journeys to tend,

And none of their paths can be mine.

Is the answer in romance?

Ah no, past the initial sparkling trance,

I'm again faced with just me.

Is the answer in my tribe?

Ah no, though it may nurture a healthy vibe,

The question is still unsolved in me.

Is the answer in that book?

Ah no, it only reminded me to look

Into what lives inside of me.

Is the answer in that technique?

Ah no, the predictable turned bleak.

It merely churned what is in me.

Is the answer in that magic plant?

Ah no, for though its powers seem to enchant

It merely brightened the light that was in me.

Is the answer in that dance?

Ah no, that only gave me the chance

To notice the vast subtle in me.

Is the answer in the skies?

Ah no, in their turning only lies

A symbol of the cycles in me.

Is the answer in that cave?

Ah no, the silence that it gave

Just allowed me to listen to me.

Is the answer in that master?

Ah no, though he may help realize it faster,

The realization is about me.

Is the answer in my mind?

Ah no, for it wishes to leave the question behind,

And the question is a crucial part of me.

Oh ho ho, is this chase then truly the fuel of our story?

And the mythical answer would but smother its glory?

Like we were looking all along to somehow stop and win.

Yet the only truth is the neverending flowing Within.

May Be.