Moving Forward

Traveling now sweeps me,
nothing left to question or wonder why.

Poor beggars be the infidels - individuals
trapped in configuring tomorrow, considering
what's gone by....
living loudly avoiding their desperation.

Thinking isn't going to be the opening,
or even be a token to get me on in my game.

...so much more to life than the senses,
cause they're like standing on the edge of the Grand Canyon.

Thanks so much for your good intention,
but I got to keep moving,
tasting the forces....
feeling seeds growing redwoods...
holding hands with the wind...
my foot prints vanish beneath rolling waves.

Don't get me wrong,
My life leaves me wanting,
but I'm not spending precious time
wasting or over explaining.

Quietly contemplating,
I hear the Masters Grace invoking...

Humbly I'm asking for rain,
drinking my thriving game.