Searchers Need Not Search in Solitude

The Searcher came in search

To find messages from a multitude of hearts

White rose I picked up from the pavement 

During my first departure 

Air rose dipped in the red ink

Changing color

Making rhythms in a dark room I painted 

Your face with a clean brush

Why are you here?

Searchers need not search in solitude

The Searcher found a home of belonging

A place where we are always unfolding >>> expanding >>> inventing

Never finished. Ever becoming : ■•° ~> ☆

ARE WE there yet? life is an orientation

in that sense also a search; for bliss, warmth, sensations, resonance.

We are the ones we are searching for.

What do you hope to find? 

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