THE QUEST

I have stepped into the river from the safety of the shore

and swam against the current looking for something more.

I have crossed the desert with no shelter from the sun

and my thirst for knowledge was quenched by the One.

I have burned many bridges, turned and walked away.

I am searching to find something wise and worthy to say.

I am here in body; my soul has become a quasar;

I know what lies beyond - I know where you are.

All I want to do is evolve as quickly as I can,

but there is nothing I can do to change who I am.

I will always be in this now, this illusion, this paradigm -

I am reminded again, in this reality, our master is time.

Walking through fire - feeling the heat but not the burn,

walking on the wheel trying to make the earth turn,

wondering, does this reality, really, depend on me?

When I get to the door, will I be given the key?

Should I knock on the door and ask to be let in?

Will they judge me and see me covered in sin?

If they do, I shall not enter - I will not surrender -

I know the truth, I have not forgotten, I remember.

I will not be traveling with those who choose to believe

in the words written upon pages that confound and deceive,

in the sermons blaring from pulpits and from lecterns; 

the man who does not ask the question never learns.

Yes, I am stretching, extending the tendrils of my mind,

only the man who seeks will be the man who will find

the answers to all the questions asked; the answers within.

Only the man who let’s go will know how to begin.

So, I will continue upon my quest for the holiest grail

and on this journey to finding myself, I will not fail.

Once found, I shall set the man free and watch him fly away;

having found the source, there will be nothing more to say.

M TERESA CLAYTON