The Blind Seekers Poem by Rex-mayor Ubini

Another day walks in
with the way of the bees.
We, the restless ants, birds,
fishes swimming here and there,
to and fro like a simple pendulum clock.
We, the species pruned in hierarchy
a little lower than celestial wings,
daily in a chariot of desire,
looking for something we purport to know.

When would time bring cease
to that which we daily seek?
And what is it?
Is it money,
that walks man down the alley of glory and luxury,
opening portals the foyer boards
only for Bill Gate’s feet?
Is it a spouse, children, success.
or is it fame you are looking for,
healing or one sort of miracle?
You name them:
Perhaps, it’s an ocean of wealth; la-dolce-vita.
Yet it drowns desire,
beyond the home of mermaids.
Where many have lost their tokens of fear;
the fear that birth the wisdom of life,
is now bartered for freedom that brings death.
And when at last it seems we have all we seek,
we are yet appeased.
And so desire turns us about
in the well of dreams.

We, these people,
groping in the darkness of our time,
inhaling the dust of ignorance,
which chokes the true breath of life.
When we were born,
we were lost.
Oh yes we were lost,
into the gloom of space we float,
with no acquaintance of who we are,
where we are from,
and where we are heading to.
But a very loud low voice is here:

Men,
your labrador is as blind as you!
Come let me lend you my eyes
But what is it you are seeking,
that when at last it’s found
peace and satisfaction abound
and nothing more?

I am, I am; what you’re looking for,
yet you run from me when you hear my call;
I am, I am; the fullness of your being.
The sweet sound
that saved a wretch like you.
The earth is mine
and the fullness thereof.
Come to me and be whole:
Says the beginning and the end.