Meandering

The waves bring us closer to the understanding and realization. The moon shines so bright just as the day comes to a close. The bird flies to it's destination. The orchestral chants of these birds and their fellow creatures soothes my misunderstanding. I try to chart a course which has no compass. My decisions are based in large part on trial and error thus far. There are moments of clarity when I feel the oneness and then there are many times were i think we have an obstructed view of this realization.

I wander and squander
leaves shuffle and snow falls
the wind pierces this energy
it cools what's smoldering
down yonder has meaning
it's pieces create a ruffle
the synergy of the bands
it's what keeps me wondering

I ponder and wander
til I here his calls
he says so fiercly that it's heresy
but i wait to feel it in the morning
it's rays left behind are beaming
like the wrapper of a fine truffle
to lead us to foreign lands
for it's the wandering and squandering