The wind never asks where it is going,
the river never wonders where it ends.
The flame doesn’t chase its own light,
but I keep searching,
forgetting I was never lost.

I call myself a seeker,
but the path was never hidden.
I knock on doors
that were never closed.
The stars hum—
there is no distance,
only the space we create.

I hold the river in my hands,
the sky rests in a single drop.
I breathe, and the ocean moves through me.
I still ask, Who am I?
as if the rose ever doubts its bloom.

The moth enters the flame,
not to burn, but to belong.
The wave bows before the shore,
the night folds into dawn.
Nothing fights what it was meant to be.

So I stop. I let go.
No walls, no lines, no searching.
The questions fade, the knowing stays.
What I longed for was never far,
it was always within me.

Showkat Shah