A Seeker’s Journey (first revision)
- poem
In the quiet of dawn,
I whisper a prayer,
not for the weight of gold,
nor for the fleeting shine of silver.
No, it is not the comfort of the world
that stirs this heart,
but a longing to be led
from the false to the real.
The world shifts and sways,
a dance of shadows
that play across the walls of the mind.
I reach out,
not for the shifting sand beneath my feet,
but for the solid ground
that lies beneath the illusion.
"Guide me," I ask,
"from the darkness that blinds,
to the light that reveals
the truth hidden in plain sight."
For in the stillness of night,
when the stars are silent,
it is not the light of day I seek,
but the light of understanding
that burns eternal within.
And death—what is it,
but a veil drawn across the eyes?
I do not ask to live forever,
but to know the truth
that life and death are but the play of time,
and I am something more,
something timeless,
something that cannot be touched
by the hands of the clock.
So I walk, step by step,
on a path that winds inward,
where each turn brings me closer
to the knowledge
that I am not this body,
not this mind,
but the still, silent witness
to the dance of the world.
And in this journey,
I find peace,
not in the world outside,
but in the understanding
that I am, have always been,
and will always be
the light,
the truth,
the immortal self
that lies beyond all shadows.
Singing oneness!
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