earrings, loves, books, buttons,
notebooks, pens.
i'm looking for them all.
say maybe i lost whatever it is
in california, and here i am in chicago,
2000 miles away, looking for it.
or maybe i lost it in africa and one
day i get a certain feeling and i'm
in chicago and i know i lost it say
400 years ago in africa,
but on this particular day, i just know
i'm going to find it in chicago.
it doesn't matter what it is.
no it really doesn't matter what it is,
or where i lost it either.
what matters is the feeling of finding
(there is a law of finding),
what matters is finding on lost days,
and i'm finding that some days
what matters just as much is being found.
Written by Carolyn M. Rodgers (1940-2010)
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