You ask me where I am going, what my plan is, where I intend to get to and how I intend to achieve my desired results. I say I don't know. You are concerned. You are concerned, for you don't want me to wander aimlessly, you wish for me to find my place in this world, for me to have stability, direction... maybe even a career. To do some 'good work' in the world.
Here I wish to propose to you that maybe there is something else. That not all who wander are lost . I wish to let you know that this wandering is deliberate. I do not know where the path leads, it feels half-blind to be able to see only up till the bend in the road. To want to see more but be required to keep walking so that I may keep seeing. But I celebrate this uncertainty. For it is only in having uncertainty that we can know certainty. It is the unkown that holds the known; and if we don't walk through its nomad lands we cannot walk through the density of the world-forest.
I am a wanderer and there is no purpose to this wandering life except for it to live itself, moment by moment. I do not work and I don't even live. I exist only to see love and be dissolved in it. As we all do. This, is the only responsibility; and responsibility is not work, it is not 'social' (or any other kind of) service, this is not an intention or a calling, nor is it vision, mission or purpose. It is just the simple fact, that this is what is to be done. The fact,that is as obvious in its simplicity as the honeybee that says: "I must make honey". The fact, that exists despite all else, independent and uncompromising. Like the freshness of the spring that comes forth from beneath the earth, rising unknowingly, of all that lies above.
