What You Seek

What You Seek...

The mountains are not a place in time.
In my mind and heart, in my sleep,
the spring erupts,
flows in streams.
The plateau takes in all my being,
the subtle perfume spreads in my lungs,
flows through the channel
and upward swings
until it reaches the crown and quietens the eye
calms the fevered brow.
Nothing is lost that was ever found;
nothing is found that was never sought;
all that was sought is forever there.
Someone who was always known,
was heard to speak,
"The diamond necklace you feverishly seek
is hanging around your neck."