For All

What is that song that is sung in the dark
That lifts the hearts of living beings
Even in the harshest hours of their lives?

What is the dance that moves the spirits
Of those under the burden of others' condemnations
To turn, and transform, our struggles into the strength to protect others?

Whose hands are those that form the cup
That gather our stinging tears and sorrows
And pour them out to water the plants that bare medicines for our scars?

What is Light?

What is Transformation?

What is Medicine?

And how do they make that which is painful, stifling, and harsh
Change in such a way so as to bring something greater, something better
Into being?

Every day, these questions are asked
In many ways, and many forms
By many people, and many things.

They are not always answered.

Yet those who ask them do not once collectively yield
In the search for answers that work best
For the need for healing, for change, for light and transformation is real.

"This search matters," they say to each other.

"All of these living beings that I see in strife -
For them, this search matters
More than anything I can make plain with words alone."

And so, life searches, and searches, and searches, and searches...
Every thing, every place, every instant without yielding
Until it finds what it will always innately desire:

True, unbound, unlimited, and undisturbed happiness for all.