Soulsearching Poem by Ruerd Visser

Lot's of people spend time
in familiar circles hoping to find the One.
Like in the wheel of fortune,
the keep spinning and spinning,
round en round.
Until they hear the sound of
the soulchoir singing:
Be the One your looking for,
and see the One when you meet people.
Cause familiar or otherwise,
we will all rise to the occasion.
Of getting to now eachother,
better and better.
On an quest where we
laugh and cry together,
for all the time spend looking
for the One thinking he or she
was elsewhere.
Until we found eachother,
as de divine beings we are.
In eachothers eyes and arms.