Wandering Watcher

By: Gus Victoria

Wandering watcher,

Dissatisfied with life once,

You began to walk

And never stopped,

Through dark forested hills,

Over wind carved mountains,

In valleys and caves,

There you were most content,

A calmness bestowed

By Nature granted

As you observed

Life’s rhythms.

A purity of thought

Filtered through the sieve

Of rationality;

A mystic distillation.

You departed one day

From that sacred path,

To share, to show,

Seeking wisdom

With others to learn,

To grow.

Wandering watcher,

When you spoke

Of life and existence,

Of wonder and awe,

Of death and disease,

In that moment,

Did they listen?

Wandering watcher,

You found by observation

The deep depths

Penetrated by deeper reflection,

In humility you became great,

In love you sought to share,

In arrogance we failed to care.