In our voyages
Since infancy                                
We have ridden
many currents..
To Recognize..at last
All of of these currents
Seem to hide
Who we have been
All along...

This wandering pen
Has hacked through thickets
And traipsed the borderlands,
Praying in it's cold temples
And crossing its sweet-pined mountains
To find the same riverbank
Where its journey began --