Quest

(For Seekers , everywhere)

There is a
path
to the
secret heart

that only
One
can know

espying S/he
is
the Game of
Life

and has
been
forever so

*

There’s a key
to the
ardent heart

that only
One can
mold

in sighting
lies such
opulence

beggars
a myriad
mines of gold

*

When you scout
that
lambent path

and clasp
that
sacral key

you have what
fusty gods
might crave

rapturing
beatitude
and giddy
felicity

*

So let
ambition
fail

and shun
that holy
grail

these be
no more
than just

wraiths
of the
addled mind

there’s nary a
need
for struggle
nor strife

Seek That
which you
Must find