Seeking and finding

Why is it that of the many who seek
There are but who find?
Do they but climb the ritual tree
And in dogma still yet bind?
So come then sit in silence
For in stillness you will see
That as you do it to the least
You do it unto me
For all have come of spirit
Each one is of the all
For in truth there is but truth
Of the spirit there was no fall.