THE SEEKER-LESS TEMPLE

It is a seeker-less temple I find within,
A guru that teaches nothing,
not even the art of nothingness.
All the sticky honey-manna is there.
IT holds me for a while.
The feet of my soul cannot move, do not want to move.
But the heat I carry inside… my passion… my purpose…
the calling of the outside world…
release me from the sweet hold of this substance of my Self, and I return.
This time.