Searching

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.