28.04.2026 | The Daily Spur

Find

To find is not always
to search.

Some things return
when we grow quiet—when the noise fades
and the heart
has space to hear.

We think we must look
in the distance,
in the future,
in places far from here.

But often
what we seek
has never left.

It waits—
beneath the surface,
within the breath,
inside the silence
we avoid.

I have learned
that finding
is a remembering.

A soft recognition
of something familiar
we once set aside.

And when it comes back—
it feels like light
falling gently
into place.

Not new.
Just found again.

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