It keeps on going, growing,
it’s a long journey home to myself.
it’s a hard journey, but so rewarding,
so many treasures lying here,
waiting to be discovered.
Such treasure, such pleasure,
unlike anything I have ever felt and seen,
gold and jewels, no matter how shiny,
sex, no matter how tantric,
how deep it may have seemed at the time,
it all pales.
nothing but the source begins to compare.
Three years and counting, no more,
yet time no longer matters,
place no longer matters,
it’s all just here and now,
beyond the stories,
beyond the books and places.
The vastness, the space, the beauty, the wealth,
it’s all inside.
not held, not kept.
the more I let it flow out
the more it comes in.
growing infinite.
©steve sniukas