There all along

There all along

There all along

The desert within seems to reach towards infinity,
Parched it longs for what will cause life to bloom,
Driven by thirst it wanders empty,
Longing to be filled with that which refreshes.

Paths hidden beneath the dunes,
Yet called forward,
Or pursued in its wandering,
The soul seeks without cease
Driven at times to madness by its thirst.

Oasis’s found that gives relief,
Coolness to take away desire,
Yet restless once again it is forced away
Not knowing the why of restlessness,
The torture of seeking what it does not know.

What is sought after cannot be owned,
Tamed,
Caged,
Bought,
For it has no name or form to grasp,
Yet it is there also seeking that which is lost.

We live and grow,
Loving and loved,
Gaining and losing,
Amidst it all
As life progresses,
Always seeking the chalice filled with life,
No longer an oasis,
A prison of sorts,
No,
The inner desert becomes a garden of life
When what is sought is found;
There all along.
To drink freely without fear perhaps is the heats desire.

So deep is the human heart,
Filled with love, rage, compassion, revenge,
Neighbors living together seeking rest
That only what is truly sought when found can give.
Each must look, fall and rise,
Until captured by that which journeyed with us all along.