The wanderer will find a sacrament in any sighting, hearing or parade.
The wanderer will not divide the truth, romantically conceiving unscaled heights,
Excoriating lows, bowing to highs,.one billion perspectives, one billion truths,
Sitting like bricks upon the passive mind; it takes some wandering to make them live.
Wherein lies greatness, in your life, in mine?
Once set your anchor there and you are lost.
Wander. Create. Make choices. Keep on going.
Your passing thanks the only clue you need.
Come joy! Come vision! Not some frozen past.
Come peace! Come light! Let all things be made new.
Thus let us learn to see and freely be, and thus become a world of wandering.
