Between the "I"'s

One bright day, I sat on ground that was grassed, Looked up at the Sun, to which I asked, "Oh where, oh where, do I find this thing called Love?" "Look between the 'I's," the Sun said from above. The following afternoon, as I lay in the park, I inquired a Tree, wisdom aging in its bark: "Oh where, oh where, do I find this thing called Trust?" "Look between the 'I's," the Tree exclaimed. "You must, you must!" Then that night, standing under the star-speckled sky, I spied the moon looking down at me with a question in its eye: "What is it, my child, that which in your mind so deeply lies?" Hopeless, I prayed, "Oh where, Mother Moon, can I find the 'I's?" And after a moment’s thought, she responded with words so profound: “Simply in your heart, is where Instinct and Intuition are found.”