I wandered for many years
A thousand rising suns
A thousand silent nights
I journeyed like the ocean
Moving from shore to shore

Every now and then
I would come across some people

With my unshaven beard
and worn out sandals
They would beg the question
I would answer proudly

‘I am naught but a seeker!’

And they would always be impressed

One day
As I continued to travel
(without a compass)
I met a man with a musky scent
Clean cut and brand new clothes
He sat on a meadow green bed
Watching the sky sail by

As I approached him
He turned to me and asked…

Judgingly
I replied proudly

‘You wouldn’t understand’

Yet, he insisted and argued

‘What harm could an answer cause?’

And so I said,
without thinking
For my tongue had
Memorized the words

‘I am naught but a seeker!’

He asked gently

‘What is it that you seek?’

I hesitated
Thought for a while
And in a half life
I said

‘I seek a treasure buried so deep
The world calls it an ancient myth

I seek the rays of the sun
That will bring life to my soul

I seek self knowledge
That is, knowledge of the Self

I seek real love
That is, love of the Real

I seek the universe in a grain
And a grain that’s the universe!’

With a great smile
The man unwrapped his hand
And presented a golden key

Pointing to a mountain
He said to me

‘There is a door up there
It will give you everything you seek’

I replied indignant,

‘Please keep your key
I already told you once
I am naught but a seeker!’