Eye of the Sun

He senses an essence, that part to be him.
Who doesn't know where he is going or,
what he should do.
He remembers a time,
like that of a child,
where nothing was important,
except something new.
He built up the man,
he thinks is his own,
but fights the man daily,
dismayed not atoned.
While sitting one day
and soaking the sun,
he heard the wind calling
the name of someone.
A name with no name,
and not bothered to care.
Just he and the wind,
a new minded friend.
He now knows the direction,
that is no direction at all.

So too.... are those born of the spirit...

blessings,r