(re-post)
Interesting, how the past can reflect the present, how the journey reflects the experience.
LONGINGS
I longed for a fountain in my house by my bed, But I went and I slept by a river instead.
I did daily stretchings and bent my knees deep, Til I got me a job tending mountainous sheep.
I searched for a garment that I alone chose, Then I lived on an island and needed no clothes.
I yearned for a purpose, at long last to see I was part of the whole and the whole part was me.
CLOUDS Hill Cottage Publishing 1993