Seeking

At forty two, I need to call in the towell. I'm not going to find what I seek. I've looked high and low, from breadth to breadth, and it ain't there. The perennial philosophy states it's immanent and transcendent, inside and out, and I know it's there, but I've yet to find it. More subtle than can be measured, perhaps; such a fine, rarefied substance I can't perceive it with my earthly eyes, but on some level I know I've already encountered it, held it in my hands, but it slipped through like sand through glass.

The strange thing is, I'm not perplexed or disappointed. The Quest for me has not been about possession, but the Quest itself. 'The Joy Is In The Journey' the kind folks say.

And Journey I will, continuing to seek, perhaps even to ignorantly find only to lose again, and then be seeking again...