time to seek, I am told, by the natural order of things. I doubt there is a time to seek as much as the flowering of a lotus stems itself from the moment its seed was born. hence, there is no particular time for seeking nor is there a particular time for finding. I wonder if there is such thing as finding. what have they done to the word attaining? or reaching? I refuse to compete or delude myself under the auspices of what is just apparent. rather stay quiet, immovable, living a day at a time and being human and imperfect enough to carry hope, as if forgetting that all is written since the birth of time. as the waters of the pond remain quiet, and the leaves shade each other, intertwined in a fraternal embrace, I look at mother nature and learn how the carps swim flawlessly beneath the mirror like surface. they too seek, as much as the lotus flower, or my human condition, for that is the path of nature. attaining is reaching the top of the mountain and being able to look into the sun and realize all mysteries. therefore, seeking is but human, and it is life itself.