Every kind of insanity is unique
The seeker is not in this world
Enveloped by a deep longing
The seeker is looking for light
To illuminate his (her)obsession
And maybe cure him from his insanity
It is not the delicious contents of life that pleases him
It is the intricate workings of the heart that intrigues him
It is the realm of the spirit that mesmerizes him
The seeker is digging into the fabric of Silence
And sometimes attempting to pry open the hard shell of consciousness
It is insane to partake in this journey
Nothing makes logical sense
But it is the logic that the seeker is running away from
A rebellion of historic proportion is taking place in his (her)heart
The seeker is looking for the key
To open the sacred library of mystery
And illuminate the face of the unknown
It is a cumbersome task
But the seeker is continuously nudged on by the hands of the spirit
The seeker is not alone on this journey
There are forces of immense proportions pulling him (her)
The force of Love is the most potent
Giving him (her)the courage and strength to go on
The force of Light is too beautiful to resist
Illuminating the most sacred of secrets
The force of peace is beyond this world
And the force of happiness is too precious to resist
Making the heart a beautiful place
The seeker is already in eternity (heaven)
It is not a journey for today or tomorrow
It is a journey of Love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem