Seeking brings frustration.
That need for new sensation
Brings the bitter truth to bear
That we’re but grasping at the air.
I’ve heard the Masters cry
That so long as there’s a Why,
We will remain in seeking trapped
While Spirit’s riches stay untapped.
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