The Seeker

When there isn’t need for remembrance

Happiness shows no reluctance

The quest and the path both rest

And the seeker passes another test

Opening a door that never closes

Allowing all, except what ego proposes

The seeker finds where to arrive

When nothing from the past comes alive

There is so much to the living self

A seeker’s mind, a small book on the shelf

The open sky becomes the protector

And nothing’s owed to the debt collector

When the seeker’s present is no longer is fleeting

Eternity, and not time, calls a meeting

There’s only one chair for the many

It’s for the present which is always ready