The Way

Busy with the intellectual,
Out of touch with the affectual.
Unsure of the wants
Desires, they gradually taunt.

A magnet in precession
Spins, tilted in orientation.
Where’s then, the True North?
Guidance please come forth.

Motionless and stillness…
In need of resonance
Messy and unpredictable
Will there be constants?

What happens after, when we wander?
All there is, is wonder
Half-knowing; half-unknowing
It just keeps on flowing.