Poetry by Markus Hamence, October 2024, Seminyak, Bali

Not all that wander are lost, you see,
Some search for the quiet beneath the trees,
Stars as compass and moon as the guide,
Roaming through the wild with hearts open wide.

Follow the whisper of winds on the hill,
Chasing the song of a faraway thrill.
Feet in the soil and eyes to the sky,
Dancing with the earth as the days swan by.

No map in their pocket, no plan in their hand,
Just wander through valleys and faraway lands.
But lost? Oh no, I’ve simply found,
That life is the journey, where freedom is crowned.

Some find their way in the lines of a book,
While others find peace in the paths they took.
So don’t stress for the souls who wander at will –
We’re not lost, my friend, we are but learning still.