“I am one of the searchers.
We are not unhappy,
But neither are we really content.
We continue to explore life,
Hoping to uncover its ultimate secret.
We continue to explore ourselves,
Hoping to understand.
We like to walk along the beach,
We are drawn by the ocean,
Taken by its power,
Its unceasing motion,
Its mystery and unspeakable beauty.
We like forests and mountains,
Deserts and hidden rivers,
And the lonely cities as well.
Our sadness is as much a part of our lives,
As is our laughter.
To share our sadness with one we love,
Is perhaps as great a joy,
As we can know,
Unless it be to share,
We searchers are ambitious,
Only for life itself,
For everything beautiful it can provide.
Most of all we love and want to be loved.
We want to live in a relationship,
That will not impede our wandering,
Nor prevent our search,
Nor lock us in prison walls;
That will take us for what little we have to give.
We do not want to prove ourselves to another,
Or compete for love.
For wanderers, dreamers, and lovers,
For lonely men and women who dare to ask of life,
Everything good and beautiful.
Are those of us,
Who are too gentle,
To live among,
Words by James Kavanaugh
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