There is something I seek that continues to allude me.
What troubles you? Of what treasure do you speak?
It is but a feeling; something rare and pure.
It weighs on me greatly, for not a trace of it I can find.
It would be better that my desire be gone all together.
But why? What makes you surrender all that you seek?
The grief of seeking has left me weary,
and I fear that my search will be in vain.
So why search for something you’re afraid of finding?
Because without it, what then is there to hope for?
Thus the treasure remains, in itself, a paradox.
Come now and rest. For in your wandering,
what you seek has found you.