Everyone is searching for something,
They travel east to west in zeal,
They hunt as if looking for treasure,
Deep down the jungle they scan,
Up high the mountains they soar.
Sounding like whispers in the woods,
They follow strange voices,
Not sure where they are going,
Risking everything they own,
Committing all they have.
But what if all they search,
Is right inside them?
What if it lives right in their hearts?
Then their quest is worthless,
It is all futile.
Look right in front of you,
Look deep inside of your soul,
Take courage and stop,
Then you will see,
That all you need you have.
And if you don’t find it in you,
Don’t stop searching close by,
For the further you go,
The further you drift from love,
It’s right for you, when it’s right to find.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem