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The Seeker – A Fragment

“I think that what we’re seeking is an experience of being alive, so that our life experiences on the purely physical plane will have resonances within our own innermost being and reality, so that we actually feel the rapture of being alive.”
Joseph Campbell

 

The Seeker

He steps to the edge and stares into the dark pool.  So long; he has been working these waters for so long.  It is hard work, this dredging up lost pieces of self to fit them in; to make a whole being out of bits.  He is old now and still the work goes on; will never be complete; can only end with his last breath.

The water seemed much warmer when he was young; the dives shorter, the fragments closer to the surface.  But now the dives are deep, his breath too short.  The icy water reminds him of endings, of his end.  And yet, the work goes on. He will plunge again into that dark abyss to seek, what?

Salvation?  There is nothing to be saved

Vindication?  What good is that to him?

Renewal?  Nothing ever is, or can be, truly new.

No.  He will go again because it is what he does, what he has done, the only thing he knows to do  that gives this pointless living  any shred of purpose, of hope.

He is standing now upon the edge. His face is lined, his hair gray, his body soft and tired.  He looks to her, the priestess with the ocean in her eyes.  She uncovers the mirror, raises the light on high and nods.

He knows it will be hard.  Perhaps, at last, this will be the final dive; the plunge into the polar cold; the dark confusion from which he won’t return.  And he smiles because it doesn’t matter; dive he must, so dive he will; down into the darkness searching for the source; the secret face; his true face; the truth.

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4 Responses

  1. The more I read this, the more the dark pool reflects my image.

  2. This post blindsided me; such poetic words for the cruel search for truth and purpose- the search for soul unity.

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