Nomad,
Vagabond,
Bedouin am I
Traveller, journey woman
Trekking geographical terrain,
Seeking spiritual domain,
No home for me in the mundane trivial pursuits
Mediocrity and blissful ignorance, fake comfort, cardboard houses, low living
In search of higher ground,
Need to move to higher ground
Secular boudoirs call out to me,
Come lay here,
Come rest here,
Come numb your senses here,
In this bed of fear,
And temporal pleasures,
And captivity,
Until you no longer wish to be
So what like minds and souls,
Will understand and join me on this quest,
Despite the land
So vast and desolate at times,
Dry and unyielding,
Nothing growing,
Prospering, meaning only one thing
At times
Moist and fecund
Over flowing,
Flowering,
Nourishing,
Full with knowing
Close my eyes,
See the earth,
Spread out before me,
Hills, and rivers,
Ravines, and meadows,
Close my eyes,
Envision heaven,
Comfort,
Peace,
Grace and glory,
Looking for my place,
Where is my place
In search of higher ground,
Need to move to higher ground
Where is my place?
Looking for my place
Where is my place?
My lasting place
This provisional place dissatisfies me
Too false and flighty sometimes,
Too fearsome too faithless,
Oftentimes
Concerns of flesh and bone
They plague me,
A necessity of humanity,
But still
They plague me,
In search of higher ground,
Need to move to higher ground
Where is my place?
Long to be
Long to be
In search of higher ground,
Need to move to higher ground
Where is my place?

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