ADRIFT IN TRANSIT
I Wander Onward to the Ultimate Gate)
my nomad mind adrift
i amble in loops never-ending
in orbits ever-widening
getting lost (astray)
in restless meander.
desolate as a dead star
orbiting for a million years
i traverse forgotten trails
in quaint hope:
the wisdom of the magus
should come to me
in the song of the Dove…
will I ever complete the last orbit?
(during those times when I get lost
in transient path of toil and cost,
i pray, “My Maker, send Your Dove
that I may see light from above.
and when my candle has burned out,
to You, my poor soul shall reach out.”)
– between me and my Creator is judgment.
(c) 2009 Chito L. Aguilar