Lost and Found
The young man was lost, not yet found
He headed north to higher ground
There he met a wise young monk
Half his age and double the spunk
What brings you here he nods and smiles
Why so far these thousands of miles
I'm not quite sure spoke the man with a grin
I get a bit lost from time and again
My path is not clear though my journey is bright
But I get off track and lose all my sight
Within the storm clouds is when we feel fear
Though its through and through when we begin to see more clear
Sit right here for a while and you will see
That all you have searched for is right here with me
The breath you take in and the breath you let out
Will guide you to truth, I have no doubt
Time had gone by and much to his delight
He felt stronger and calmer, the young monk was right
Though when he looked up there was no boy in sight
Like a bird or a plane, he must have taken flight
A moment passed before he noticed his place
All so familiar, the table, the chair, even the vase
He'd been home all this time, not below or above
He's where he belonged, where he felt all the love
Right here, right now listening to every sound
Is where he is now, that's where he is found