Wandering, lost? I’m wandering still;

is wandering just the way that I will

find my true path, find my true way;

does wandering serve at the end of day?

At times I see glimpses – where I should go

but then my spirit surrenders to flow.

I find myself drifting on currents so strong

I lose all sight – where I thought I’d belong.

Thoughts from the Old Plant flood into my mind

and I wander again, seeing what I will find.

Perhaps in a past life I’m a wanderer still;

will I find what I seek? I trust that I will.