No pot at the end of the non existent rainbow.
The image really says it all.
The looking at the image and the image is the pot of gold. It was always the gold. This is the gold.
The path to it lies only in the imagination. Nothing ever arrives. There is no enlightenment and there is no end of the search. This is the end of the search. Nothing ever moved. What you think you're looking for is here already. As everything.