like a programmed minion
i have been searching.
for years.
a lifetime; and then some.
it occurred to me this morning-
the birds chirp
the tires swoosh
the sun touching the rooftops
my heart lifting and peaceful
i can stop that.
at some point we find what we have spent
this lifetime searching for.
it does not mean it is over-
this life-
it means it has begun.
