The insistant seeker may persevere and go nowhere! That is what this suggests to me. Yet Truth seeks us when we stop trying to figure it out for ourselves I think. Your usual intellectual challenge.

and yet where you're stand is where you are and all things to be sought are there also. I spent some time in this poem - it's thought provoking, and very good.

Ashok, you ask may questions; give many answers, however you leave it to the reader to match the relevant answer to the question...Thanks for sharing this challeging piece :)

Ashok, I see an excellent poem here in the first two stanzas; witty, even humorous in its own way. What follows, although related has a more preachy, abstract tone that muddies/diminishes the strength and positive effect of the first half. I will still rate this Brilliant on what I've read in the first two stanzas.

Yet another fine Ashokian poem. Good reading...Charlie

Yes, the search is futile though one cannot see that searching for the known is not the key. To BE undivided is to SEE a glimpse of WHAT IS, and to SEE that knowledge exists where one stands. Man is imprisoned, constrained and chained by his associations and his definitions, programmed to believe that knowledge has a known path, that the Truth lies at a known destination. Indeed growth is a process, but knowledge comes as IS, the capacity to grasp in direct proportion to level of being and level of being growing in proportion to what is grasped. As Quentin suggests, in a sense "looking" or "curiousity" is not the essential key nor a requisite, but only an impression that may or may not lead to knowledge. What is important is the struggle itself to BE, to UNDO the links in the infinite chain of associations, to release oneself from irrational fears living in the past and projecting the future, to redefine natural conventions (the instincts to react). To paraphrase the old saying, "knowing and walking are not the same." Believing that Truth is pathless, that knowledge simply IS, does not put that knowledge in your hand. For if you are capable of knowing a Truth then inevitably Truth will, only in Being (in no time, no place), reveal itself. Knowledge is there to be had, but we simply are not there to receive it. Well, that's what I saw. As always Ashok, you reveal the never failing human tendency to see simple as complicated, believing that complicated is simple. Hats off to you my friend for sharing with us a glimpse that we may struggle to know it.

as you were drawing a map of the path, the path was drawing a map of you and thus achieved the traveler trods upon the path that the map suggests and the path trods upon the traveler that the map suggests and this poem suggests that both you and the path have been up all night configuring that map. here is to your journey Ashok and to that path and may you both discover all you sought to discover about one another by morning or at least by noon.

Like the non-existent rule book of life, this poem has it all, but at the same time elucidates to no-thing. Lucid title, provocative text, congruent structure, and a profound line that leaves the reader to chose one of infinate paths leading to the top of their mountain. Well done indeed. pe4ce...

Sometimes the paths we plan are the very ones we are not on. Life has a funny way of intervening and changing our plans. Acceptance of these changes is what helps us to flow with the course of life. It is a hard lesson learned, one that may have to be repeated again and again until it is learned. And only those who learn it are truly happy. Have a Happy Birthday today Ashok.
*~Chelle~*