Travelogue

 

Oh how I've travelled

no - rather wandered

in quest of home 

a family 

that's not in shame

is happy to call me own

hoping I'll be strong 

once I belong

in love to love.

So quickening my step 

I tread  

uphill and downhill 

wading through 

sea-storm and sand-storm

at times quicksand

held my feet

quashing all hope

of rising from fall.

I risked my name 

time umpteen and more 

tagged prodigal amore 

lashed with integral shame

yet despite earning the claim

in yearn and pain

I tarried with sojourn

for mate of soul;

I've walked over 

plain and thorn

through mist and fog

with fatigue to bog

I've endured, until

your fragrance incensed

to pursue trail

with a quick glance in mirror 

to catch a glimpse 

of what it showed

of what was left in store

of Self.

Lo and behold 

with sinking spirit

I notice

crinkling crowfeet 

sag at corner of eye

grey on head 

lines on face

whiteness of gaze

soreness of feet

buckle in knee-

all speak clear

I haven't much to offer.

Yet heart beckons

resolute in resolve 

to find my home

with fired spirit, 

saying you're near 

I'm nearly there

don't stop

don't give up.

So, though bereft 

I hasten my pace

with urge to wipe 

my tear and snuffle

hide my face 

burrowed deep in chest

to find finat rest 

in your arm I'll snuggle 

to be at home...

It's then that I hear 

past life's call

nadi reader pronounces

announcing grasp of maya 

it lures heart toward pleasure 

in worldly abode;

he warns to matter what

regardless of effort

it's not meant to be.

Hold on says Guru

hearken don't pursue 

there's no time to falter 

greater good suffer 

in this duel 

of sanity with senses 

wisdom it is

to choose good 

over pleasure

that's transient 

as for you

it's been written ahead 

you're destined

to don sanyasa.

I accept 

the call without

further ado 🙏🏼