The Seeker

A teeny spot
A tiny speck
A dot.
A me… that is me
A nobody

In a colossal space
imperceptible, invisible
Yet… here I am
feeling great being a nobody
Wholly proud of being me
Among all these breathing bodies
Perfectly aware, that I am just a nobody.

Intellectually thinking
Still sentient
sensing, feeling, absorbing…
People are oblivious of me
callously passing through
as though I’m part of the empty space
without ache…

This teeny spot, the tiny speck, the dot…
A nobody, a me wasn’t looking for anybody
Not any body, nobody, not a body…
Just passing by this momentary life
seeking and searching… in the quest of the greatest gift
just a space, just a space, just a space
Oh dear Lord, Just A Space!