Looking around him, the man realised that the stone next to it also had an inscription. He felt sad to think that such a young child was burried in this place…. He shuddered slightly when he realised that that rock was not simply a rock. “Abedul Tare, lived 8 years, 6 months, 2 sweeks and 3 days”. That is perhaps the reason he discovered that inscription on one of the stones…. He allowed his eyes, which were the eyes of a seeker, to look around. The seeker crossed the threshold and began to walk slowly among the white stones that were distributeed at random amongst the trees. Suddenly he felt that he was forgetting the the village and succumbed to the temptation of resting for a moment in that place. A small bronze door invited him to enter. It was completely surrounded by a small polished wooden fence. It was covered by wonderful green grass and had a lot of trees, with birds and charming flowers. After two days of walking dusty paths in the distance he made out Kammir.Ī little before reaching the village, a small hill to the right of the path caught his attention. He had learnt to pay rigorous attention to those sensations that arose from an unkwown place within himself and so he left everything and departed. One day the seeker felt he should go to the city of Kammir. He is simply someone for whom life is a search. Neither is it someone who knows what is being sought. This is a story of a man who I would define as a seeker.Ī seeker is a person who searches, but not neccesarily someone who finds what is being sought.
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