WANDER by Murray Hidary

There is a time
to rise with the sun,
to put your hand to the wind
and walk where the path dissolves
into the unknown.

There is a time
when the soul throws off its coat,
steps out into the cold morning
without knowing where it goes —
only that it must go.

A time when the body aches 
with the weight of questions,
and the only cure
is the road.

What is it to seek? 
What do you seek?

Do you seek pleasure or
do you seek purpose?

Is your seeking true? 
Not a chasing, but a listening.
Not a grasping, but a becoming.

What is it to wander? 
Curiosity without a compass.
What does the forest make you feel? 
Can you let the sea reassemble you? 
Into
Into what?
In…

To seek is to say: I will find.
To wander is to say: I am willing to be found…

In the in-between.
In the long pause
between what was
and what could be.

To carry only questions.
To saunter and sometimes stumble. 
To walk 
to a rhythm
that matches
the beating of something
you forgot was yours.

And there is a time
to stop;
to sit still in a field
that seems to have waited 
for you all your life. 
Stay with me, here, 
and I will tell you of my adventures. 
How one day everything 
out there turned within. 
Patience of stone 
Persistence of water. 
Power of time –
to tell an unlikely story. 

Where do you turn to when you are lost? 
When everything you knew familiar 
somehow becomes foreign. 
Like that! 
When the seeming burden of seeing 
sends us searching.

Seeking and staying.  
The heart knows both, doesn’t it. 
I have wandered,
and I have waited.
Both can be holy.

And underneath it all,
the quiet thread of intuition.
Not a voice,
but a sense,
a knowing that refuses explanation.

It does not argue.
It waits.
It hums.
It is animated not with logic,
but with longing —
the pull in your chest
toward a place you’ve never been
but somehow remember.

Can you give up the life you have planned 
for the life that awaits you.

There is a time
to rise with the sun,
not in triumph,
but in quiet agreement
with the world as it is —
to lift your hand to the wind,
feel its invitation,
and walk
to where the path
Is no longer hardened, 
but something softer,
something unnamed.

Will you stay,
long enough to listen
for the sound
of your own becoming? 

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