When I stop,
I start to think, and the journey
Inwards begins.
Soon,
I am enveloped by a cloud,
a cloud with a sun inside its breast.
A cloud that resists the passing of time
a cloud that negates any attempt of mine
to fully comprehend my constant restlessness.
I have built a life for myself,
established my place in life, and yet,
I continue to wander
as though life itself is a pathway to the stars
with every atom retracing its way
back to the maker of the cosmos.
As evening closes in around me,
I’m gently nudged by a wondering;
a curious need to go walkabout.
Outside, a cloudy chiffon passes over
the moon’s fiery breast, subduing
a light that softly beats in the darkness.
As I travel onwards into the night,
I am comforted by a divine sense of wonder.
