Poem: “Must Wander”

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Must Wander

Go up or down, whatever scale you see,
A caterpillar crawling on a tree,
A vapor-bloated cloud that’s sailing east,
A beetle to a dead mole for a feast

All in motion, tell, what is the soul,
Cloud or caterpillar or a mole?
Does it move or does it rest the same,
Vapor or composite with my name?

I thought that I would see how I would die
As if the knowledge of it not denied
Would be as present to me as the past,
But even so the future does not last

All is motion yet the same must rest
Within the unmoved mover’s loving breast,
A thing that’s loved in place yet it goes,
This soul of mine must wander if it grows

Pavel
June 7, 2011

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