Found

You don’t need to mine,
you don’t need to tunnel for
or root out anything.
Your vast soul,
that seabed on which 
the ocean of you rests,
holds every part of you,
holds you like coral to a reef.

Holding you and holding time,
it releases filaments,
strands of memory, 
laced treasure, to rise and float,
to make its way to the shore
of your attention.

When the time is right
you will happen upon them,
pick them up, carry them home,
and set them on the sill
to wonder over.
You need not search for anything,
but allow yourself to be found.