The True Path (Poetry)

There’s surely a path
that runs true to the centre of things
where the spirit can soar
with the bliss of the sun on its wings
and the wandering heart
finds its rest by a pure mountain stream
free of worry and stress
in this land the gods mapped in a dream

It is near as a star
or as far as the forest’s warm track
where the trees lean to whisper
confide there’s a way to come back
return to our natures —
let instinct be teacher and guide
Earth welcomes world-weary
and green-seeking pilgrims
to find their true roots deep inside