We seek the unseen, forever anew, Craving the fresh, the unexplored view. To yearn once more what’s already found, Is a longing rarely profound.
Yet, one quest remains, constant, unbending, For truth, we search, never-ending. Even when grasped, it eludes our sight, A perpetual chase through day and night.
When awe is lost, to faith they turn, Trust in themselves no longer firm. To authority, they start to cling, Seeking guidance in everything.
The Master steps back, clear and wise, Confusion fades as truth applies. With silent lessons, hearts discern, For in the stillness, there’s nothing to learn.
