We think we find it in the surface of things
In the outer appearances and the visual images and glory
of life that catches our eye
We think we will get it back through outer improvement and striving for more,
But there is no depth in those physical transient things
It is not found in lusting the facades of feminine beauty nor masculine virility
Nor in the bravado of winning, accomplishment and prize
It's simply and deeply found in the way we treat others and the extent to which we are able to make another feel good.
Be it friendship, respect
Or a love beyond measure, to love someone more than life
It is the closest thing to understanding immortality
A source of unending abundance and free for all with no monetary price, refusing even barter
Yet when given, all the more of it returns
just not always from where or when you'd expect.