I tried looking for him in the holiest places.
I tried looking for him in the holiest people.
I tried looking for him in rumi and in shams.
I cried ,
I screamed his name .
Asked him questions of where he was hiding and why he was hiding from me as if I was playing hide and seek with a child .
I looked for him in the valleys of despair, but forgot to knock on the doors of hope.
I looked for him within the words of the Nobel and in rolled up rugs where the faces of the highest of people had touched the ground .
I tried .
I tried looking for God .
I tried looking for him at the heights and lows ,
in sand and in the ocean .
I tried looking for him in all of the places where my feet could take me,
but I forgot .
I forgot to look for him in a place called the heart .
I found him there at the late hours of the night ,where no one and nothing was separating me from him .
Painting by:The Dream Collectors
Written by:The Dream Collectors