Searching for days,

Centuries

and repeated such.

Magical cure,

Abundantly happy.

From depths

Of Mother Earth

To most distant galaxy.

Scurrying

Grey squirrel.

Mirrored self

Projected within every footprint.

What was missing,

Hidden in depths of souls.

Not visible ‘out there’

Inwardly seeking it presents.

Philosophers stone,

Transmutation of thought.

Philosopher’s stone,

Missing Piece.

~Ani Po