Calls from home to attend to my house chores
As I gazed beyond the horizon walking along the sea shores
Taking aback in the recent memory which still bores
Scars of deep wounds feel like new sores
Willy-nilly am a traveler one day to the distant land.
A faith unknown
As fears in me feel so grown
At the peak of worries I look so blown
What I crave as treasure can never be achieved while in leisure.
Home a thought is where I am from but real home lies in a distant land.
Tick tock my time passes by without hinderance
Yet little effort do I make in my quest for deliverance
Bonded and shackled in chains of my worldy desires
As my insurance package for my soon to be journey expires
Too long or too short is unimportant if not too well lived.
For we are coming home to the distant land.
Content more important than the intent
Too much my luggage so much were the garbage
Hustles and tussles yet tied to my neck was my hassle.
Of what couldn’t be undone by the mightiest muscle
But to find myself beneath the shades of my few a sincere deeds
Walk or crawl the destination we are bound to get there.
A distant land……
©Hamza Hajj Ayub
Mystic Wanderer 