To Wander and Wonder

Marseille, France

 

Why do I live to Wander?

Why do I live to Wonder?

 

Maybe I want to see myself in the streams

The glassy ocean

The fallen trees

High on the continental divide,

In Buddha

In Krishna

In the Holy Grail

In Lak’ech,

The lips of a mother

The sigh of a father

The strength of a brother

The embrace of a sister

The dance of a lover

The smile of a friend

The compassion of a stranger

A child’s joy,

In the golden grain while it sways in the wind

The moon’s face

The sun’s grace,

Anyplace

Any of you

In this endless wake of today

I Wander and Wonder