The Wandering man may seem lost but he is not
He like the Divine Mother and Father walks the earth seeking himself
In its many forms, man is the most complex and gifted
He is meet day by day on the road by what and whom he seeks
Each being a reflective representation of the great I
In all things, he finds lessons taught to those who seek it
Attuned to this the wandering man is never lost
As he observes the external world he finds his eternal self within
Each Divine expression is eager to be acknowledged, ready to share stories
Our arms twist collectively in this shared experience
For just a moment we are here together in these Divine wrinkles in time
Divine hearts that beat as one
About the Creator
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