--- a walk between past and future
looking back and looking forth---
just a walk, where does it really begin,
after the wandering or after a fall?
where does it really begin,
the golden path of life?
for a craving soul, an ocean or a mountain
or the million lives around, where does that cup of truth hide?
Is it just this wandering,
or is it seeking, the thirst within,
an unknown thirst?
walks, moments, halts
or just milestones?
where should the mind be kept?
at times the park bench seems the best place
to while away time with little birds, trees
and the changing sky;
the beach sand seems alluring
to be with the cadence of waves and the sky;
no obvious lessons, no dictating preacher,
nothing much, but a sense of belonging…
this walk, this mysterious unpredictable walk and
the song of the wind, sing along my soul, sing along…