Waiting for the Me Who Wanders

The old man spoke softly.
“While I waited, I came to understand something.
Everything I needed was already within me.
I just hadn’t paid attention.”

So he sat by the river with a wise man and a magician.
They waited together.
In case someone who had forgotten what they truly wanted
might wander in and find their way back.

Over time, or simply through waiting,
we begin to realize how much we’ve already been given.
We just didn’t know it, and spent years searching outside ourselves.
Still, the waiting continues.
For the version of ourselves
that’s been lost in the maze, trying to find the way home.