The Searcher~

Time’s empty promise eludes the
searching mind,
finding not, that which is held in hand~

Futility stabs the heart of innocence~
Body withers with its forlorn glance~

Desperately grasping the shifting sands of sense~
Left alone on pathways of empty mist~

Knowing that knowing mirrors not the truth,
changes landscapes but changes not within~

Aches for blindness, ignorance and slumber,
eyes too bright for realms of pain filled gray~

Props and patterns secure the dance of death,
trudges onward searching for the silent sound~

Held within the sorrowful secret of time,
falls forward into womb of aching passion~

Clinging to circles and images worn thin,
never seeing that which heart beholds~

Never tasting the sweetness of his inheratance,
dies a thousand useless deaths of vision~

Body decays, never having found its home~
Too close to see the gift of desperation~

The searcher… finding nothing… gains eternity~

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Satprem~

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