It Beckons

I sit pondering, wondering the meaning, what is happening finding it all baffling, without starting, without finishing. It just goes on never really getting on or yet arriving There is nothing to hear, see, or smell, but I have a yearning. That just beyond, hiding out of sight, something is watching or maybe, it is waiting, I stumble onwards, I am peering yet still I see nothing, just pitch black darkness awaiting. I creep fall wards, searching for what? Then it too is seeking. We are seeking together, neither knowing what. Only knowing that we are looking for something, anything not understanding. We keep turning, this way and that, never ever arriving Until Like a flashing light growing near we start understanding It is knowledge herself which we are seeking!