Passer By

Travelling a well traveled road

Valleys and mountain peaks pass me by

Dusky deserts and luscious oceans sprawling

Somewhere there is a place unique to me

But I haven’t yet found it

There is no home in my life

I am a traveller, a passer by

These days I travel light

I carry little but my burdens in life

I have washed myself in the stream of life

And burned away dross in the primal fire

I have climbed the tree that lies at my center

The view from its peak took my breath away

I have drawn holy waters from the mystic well

And yet, I haven’t found my home

Perhaps at this journeys end

I will find my repose?

Many miles yet to travel

Many sins to unravel

Casting off baggage and clothes

Casting off ideas not my own

Although I increasingly find myself alone

I understand that we are all one

And it surely cannot be long

Until I find what I am seeking

She is beautiful and wise

Strong and yet sweet

When I find her I will be whole

I will unite with my soul.

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