From the sea of seekers,

One day, you will come my way,

drift past me,

and then,

with a prayer intact

perhaps

glance this way again.

Is this you?

There is an ocean of thoughts,

of interests, of voices to hear.

I am not looking for you,

life has sought us.

We do not hunt one another,

but allow ourselves to be drawn by forces

beyond mere human understanding,

beyond distance, beyond power.

This is you.