Do you search for me?
. . .
Do you find me?
In every creature you see,
Every lonely eyes you meet,
Every little stars you tease
And every moment you breathe,
I reside there,
May not be the flesh and bones
holding a fragile soul you see,
But the soul lives there.
In every memory, denied
Every beauty that resides,
Every reasons you seek
And every desires you build
I reside there,
May not be the soul
of a fragile sense you feel,
But the sense of sensations, lives there.
I am no wind you feel.
I am no fragrance you breathe.
I am no lifeless life you need.
I am no pain your heart gives.
I am no admire in your deeds.
I am no question in your seeks.
I am no stranger you meet.
I am the Nothingness in Everything you Believe.
And I reside there,
right there, where you can’t see.
So tell me,
Do you search for me?
. . .
Do you find me?
