A Seeker

The seekers of truth,
are not the ones who abstain,
but ones who aspire to see things the way they are,
if body urges are taboo,
than family affaction is also a taboo,
then intellectual meandering is also a taboo,
for a spiritual seeker,
everything is taboo,
or everything is divine,

the eyes of seeker,
are not poisoned by guilt of bad,
because for him there is no good too,
good is also bad for him,
for him sweet is as poisonous as bitter,
or sweet is as wonderful as bitter,
for him everything is equally close,
doesn't matter if he plays any role,
it doesn't stick to him,

His only companion is silence,
the deafening loudness of silence,
is his only nectar which feeds on,
he creates this space of silence,
rubbishing all the good and bad aside,
let the rigramroll drum itself out,
be like burning fire,
but without an object to be burnt,
simply burning and aware,
of even simplest of moves in actions,
freeing the self from clutches of compulsive reactions,
by the awareness of action,
letting the madness of stillness to manifest,
and ready to forget the world if it takes, to absorb it,
and then wait  . . .

Everything seems to be changing,
at a superfast past,
but the stillness also growing,
like a tornado creating havoc,
with eye/center of tornado surprisingly still,


That is how seeker of truth,
is creating the space of silence,
for the ultimate madness of existance to manifest,
cause buckets of emotion will not be able to contain it,
bucket of intellect cannot absorb it,
none of the buckets can hold the intensity of truth,
than the absolute womb of silence.