you search for God
in holy books & spoken codeine
kneeling before tofu altars
of your own convenience
but what you search for
has never been lost!
cant be defined by rhetoric's shape,
cant be contained by names, sects, or creeds...
& cant be bought with plastic card faith...
what you search for
is the space
inside the shell
the place where the sound
of the ocean
abides in stillness
you are that shell!
what you search for
is already within you!
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