Mike Barrett

(June,1943 / Saint John, New Brunswick, Canada)

Seeking


We seek.
How we do seek!
Drawn by a long forgotten joy
Which deep inside
Knows the futility
Of the worlds
We've created
While lost
In these lower worlds
Of maya.

Alone and together
We seek
To unravel the mysteries
Of what
We've unknowingly
Fallen into.

Hoping to escape,
Daring to care,
We pursue our path
Following the light
And the sound -
Then,
Guided
By the Eternal Master
We once again
Begin to re-realize
The truth
Of what
We had left
And THAT
Which we had
Forgotten!


© M. Barrett – all rights reserved

Submitted: Sunday, November 10, 2013
Edited: Saturday, November 23, 2013

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If I remember, this poem came out in the mid-80s following a contemplation on one's seeking truth, on seeking God.

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