Who Are We at Our Core

We look for that that does not come and go, It cannot be organic form, subject to decay. Thoughts and beliefs are fickle, how little we know, Yet come what may, our inner child continues to play. In the quiet of our minds, where secrets softly whisper, Echoes of our truest selves, hidden deep within. Like a constant, gentle river, pure and clearer, Reflecting the essence that lies beneath our skin. Amidst the chaos of the world, ever-changing, ever-new, Our core remains steadfast, a beacon in the night. An unchanging truth, authentic and true, Guiding us forth, through darkness to light. In the mirror of the soul, beyond the physical sight, Lies the unaltered spirit, untouched by time's flight. Here in this sanctuary, where our fears take flight, We discover who we are, in the stillness of the night. Who are we at our core, if not an eternal flame? Burning bright with hope, love, and dreams untamed. In this journey of self, no two paths are the same, Yet in every heart, the core's light remains unclaimed.