Poem about continuous spiritual seeking and exploration

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As soon as I find myself somewhere

smugly standing, lingering,

I must start digging right under my feet

and keep at it, digging, digging.

Until I reach the end of all ground,

the end of all the dirt,

that I may have found.

Until I am left alone,

with only an inner knowing

unsupported by anything.

Standing on a harsh pile

of hard poking pebbles,

or a soothing ground

layered with soft and rosy petals-

as soon as some solace

my mind begins to seek-

I must ruthlessly pull it out

from under my sore feet.

For anything that I lean on,

could be the very thing

holding me back.

If only I had wanted comfort

this place may not have lacked.

But my need is to consciously be

completely absolutely utterly free!

Still far away from home

exhausted and forlorn,

from life-long wandering

feet tired, aching and worn.

But I shall not sleep, or pause,

or even risk falling-

so as not to dream that I have arrived,  

or forget my true calling.

For any borrowed rest

I shall not sit and snooze,

all the ground beneath my feet

I must diligently remove!

I simply must go on

until I am completely free,

content with who I am

and peaceful just to be!

Still hoping to find myself,

walking this path for so long.

The pull of ground that I pause on,

to catch my breath-  

is strong.

This body is made of, drawn by- earth,

in this there’s nothing wrong.

But gravity cannot pull me down,

or catch my inner song.  

I’m not that ground beneath my feet

where now I am standing on-

not even the floating clouds above,

or the breeze that I breathe from.

If anything, then I might be

the empty space of a clear sky.

If I could merge in nothingness,

I might give it a try!

That freedom often calls me

though I know not,

since when and from where…

But I can clearly hear it now

just as always, everywhere.

Whatever I think I really know,

and all I believe- will have to go.

I am clearly not, what I appear to be-

but my reality cannot be illusion.

This land beneath my feet so far,

is only supporting a delusion!

Yet again, I shall continue digging

and find something new to land on.

I may go on- digging under my feet

until nothing is left, to stand on!

And when I suspect that I have found,

that silent stillness beneath all sound

I must check again, that holy ground-

There’s not enough time, to waste around!

Perhaps digging a timeless tunnel

from here and now to eternity,

I may let go of where I stand  

and all of that which binds me.

Then finally, eventually in a fine moment,

I might still knowingly be-

absolutely aware, completely content,

forever and utterly free!