Is it a far away place I’m looking for,
a place far away from here.
Will I be leaving what is real,
what I already have very near.
Who is the ‘I’ that is searching,
and who is the ‘I’ that thinks.
Am I really disconnecting,
each and every time I blink.
So where is the self enquiry,
while I’m engaged with my mind.
What’s the point in longing,
and what am I trying to find.
The search begun when I found me,
separate from anything else.
The road is long and lonesome,
a road I will walk by myself.
Our lives are all about meetings,
the things we find on the way.
And the waking up is endless,
there’s always another day.