A life of aimless wanderings,
Floating from here to there,
Searching for answers in the external,
When all you need know,
Lay right here.
Fearless, wild and free,
We are born unto this world,
Yet in mind, body and soul,
We are bound,
In the story that unfurls.
Born to place, position, people,
We step into a tale unknown,
No choice in who we are to be,
Trapped by that which we think we know.
Security is found in the story,
In this familiar sense of self,
A whole world in your mind,
Stored in chapters on a dusty shelf.
It’s time to clean for spring,
To burn the books of old,
No new chapter pre-written,
No dream of the story to unfold.
Each day, each hour, each moment,
Is a presence of love to be lived,
Free yourself from the story,
And embody this beautiful gift.