The Seeker

Before sight awakens,

you must seek
 the one who is seeking.

Not outward—
 but inward.

Into the quiet beneath thought.
 Into the dark before knowing.
 Into the place
 where names dissolve.

There, in the unlit depths,
 the seeker waits.

When you find the seeker,
 do not speak.
 Do not reach.
 Learn instead
 to see through their eyes.

The seeker sees
 without distance.
 The seeker sees
 through veils and layers.
 The seeker knows
 that what appears
 is a dream wearing light.

When the dream is recognized as dream,
 its spell loosens.

The lies grow thin.
 The light moves in.

And in that light,
 nothing is fought,
 nothing is condemned.

The illusion is not destroyed—
 it is forgiven,
 and washed clean
 with love.