This pilgrimage of the soul
Destination of many roads
First with the question of why
The beginners mind is nigh
Empty and filled with wonder
Excitement etched with thunder
No expectations has he/she
No cluttering bits of debris
Delighting in the action
Free from outside distraction
Not caught up in I know all
Free to step and free to fall
Not knowing and free to seek
Not hampered by the oblique
What is it to be human?
Such innocent acumen
Mind tuned from acquisition
Not seeking recognition
Status and fame hold no place
In the beginning minds grace
© Charlotte Rose Hamby January, 27,2008