I raised my eyes to seek the truth,
Beyond the boundaries of my view;
I searched the heavens, crossed the earth,
And found myself in all I knew.
The roads I walked, the lives I touched,
The faces passing through my days,
Were mirrors holding something of me,
Reflected in a thousand ways.
I thought the world was far from me,
A place where other lives began;
But every joy and every wound
Revealed the stranger that I am.
The mountains held my silent pride,
The rivers carried my unrest;
The storms that shook the distant sky
Had long been gathering in my chest.
I saw my fears in those who ran,
My longing in the eyes of those who stayed;
The kindness that I found in others
Was often what my heart had made.
And those whose hearts I could not reach,
Whose ways I judged, whose words I knew,
Perhaps were showing me the parts
I had refused to face as true.
I searched for God in distant stars,
In temples, scriptures, sacred skies;
Until I found a deeper silence
Behind the questions in my eyes.
Perhaps the seeker and the sought
Were never truly worlds apart;
The truth I chased across the earth
Was waiting quietly in my heart.
For what is this vast world we see,
If not a thousand windows of the soul?
We look outside to find ourselves,
And find within what makes us whole.
I am the question and the search,
The fleeting shadow and the light;
The one who watches all things pass,
And all that passes through my sight.
When finally I turned within,
The distance vanished from my view;
The earth became a house of mirrors,
And everywhere, I met the truth of me.
