“When the seeker disappears, only truth remains.”
There is a moment on the path where something unexpected happens.
The seeking begins to fade.
Not because you’ve given up — but because you’ve finally arrived.
You no longer crave new teachings. You don’t hunger for signs. You stop asking the same old questions.
You simply… are.
This is not complacency. It is maturity.
You realize that what you were chasing was always within.
And the one who chased? The seeker? She softens. She dissolves.
Because she was never what you truly were.
So if you feel yourself slowing, quieting, craving less — don’t panic.
You’re not stuck. You’re settling into your own truth.
And that is the end of seeking — not with fanfare, but with peace.
Sit with one hand on your chest, the other on your belly. Repeat inwardly: “I am not seeking. I am here.” Breathe. Let the seeker fall silent. Rest in what remains.
Write a letter to your past self — the version that searched and tried and wrestled. Thank them. Tell them what you’ve found.
Devon L. “One day I realized I hadn’t searched for answers in weeks. Not because I was numb — but because I felt still. That was the moment I knew I was no longer looking. I was living.”
When seeking ends, seeing begins.