NOTHING TO SEEK

Nothing to hunt
when loving the one we seek.

When no more words are adequate;
when silence takes place,
we know then we are in love.
Now the symphony may begin.

An organ – let us say the heart -
plays, let us say with an organ.
Closing our eyes we get to see
those wonders, all luminescent and safe.

The tune it plays is so remarkable -
we fail to see to where it belongs.
The tune it plays is so uncommon -
we know no more it giveth life.

A secret we all knew and forgot about
and from which stems our existence.
Nothing to seek when ourselves we seek.
Nothing to seek whatever we seek.