THE WANDERLING.

Lone spirit;

But not alone,

A free spirit;

But not free,

Housed in the frame,

Ego frets,

The mind's its servant;

Succumbing to dictates; to want,

To get;

To get,

And the pressure of restraint becomes easier;

As the wanderling child, is disciplined into an

Infinite wake

For the pursuit of peace and all its shapes,

And for this,to lose the bond of ego's chains,

And swim peacefully in the waves of the soul's enchanted terrain.