I am what I
was searching for
forever
But I’m not a hunter anymore
I’m searching for nothing
Just flowing
On and on
Moving my feet
Singing and whistling
Breathing and crying
Yearning, whispering, shouting, sobering
Feeling the blood rushing through my veins
Alive, alive!
Totally, finally, wholly, holy
Bowing
Tumbling
Hitting the ground
Coming home
Falling asleep
In my own arms
~ Layas Poems, 15.6.16
