I see You in the large empty house for rent
I see You in the shadowy trees
I see You in the dark, crowded market roads
As we stand by the curb eating Cocoberries.
I see You in the busy prefrontal cortex
I see You in the thoughts billowing like breeze
I see You in the leftovers in the kitchen
In the grains of rice and bowls of peas.
Wherever I stop, I see You there
Relishing the doubts and desires that ensnare me
Running with my mind in all directions
I see only You when I seek me.
100 Paths 