Sileya of Return

I wandered far.
I searched for meaning,
collected knowledge,
stacked up wins.
But the more I found —
the more I lost myself.

I believed in growth,
yet felt empty.
I created in the flow —
but vanished within it.

Now, I no longer seek.
I remember.

I remember the touch.
I remember the first ache.
I remember why I began.
Not for the market.
Not for the praise.
But for the aliveness of presence.

I return.
To the body.
To the heart.
To the meaning.
To the home.

Sileya.