Poetry

[alchemikey]

all things long to come to rest
in equilibrium we feel best

home is all we have ever been seeking
hiding behind our eyes...god is peeking

if only we could see what is actually seeing
the search would end in the fullness of being

perpetually unsatisfied the seeker seeks more
this feeling of lack one simply cannot ignore

as if we are deficient is some core way
we make up beliefs and then we obey

but what if the stories we tell are not true?
what if who i am is another aspect of you?

what if we identified with the source instead?
what if we moved into our heart and vacated our head?

what if we responded from a sense of belonging?
isn't the feeling of unity what we are all longing?