dear wanderer...

dear wanderer,

tread with an open mind and heart

through the land of the transient..

do not sit by the signposts that are only showing

of a reality much broader than body and mind...

rise in the morning and drink of waters that are pure

in the way of imbibing the teachings -

sit in the day as a one that is detached and a mere observer

of this empty appearance in which the body is no different

do not cling to the past or nourish future imaginings

as a wanderer there is no true home for beingness to lay its head

there is nothing to call your own

and no shade or sunlight that will distract one from the search

to enter into freedom

there is no word or deed however good or bad that will turn one away

from the straight and narrow road of the razors edge...

the hills and valleys of experience are a call for one 

to come deeper ...  

and an opportunity to see that there is nothing real and lasting

in the world of movement and change....

stay in the fires of purification and live freely

without fear of what is to come

or not come...  

as both have no meaning in the present moment...

the journey is so very long friends

and may feel to have no end to it...

but indeed the end is the beginning 

and the last step is the first into eternal light

though it is the longest journey ever of your life --

you will indeed arrive right here 

where you have always been...

and the past identity that appeared to act in the world and 

carry so much of a separateness ridden with sorrow

joy and everything in between 

will vanish away

like it never was....

om shanti