Nomad,
Vagabond,
Bedouin am I
Traveller, journey woman
Trekking geographical terrain,
Seeking spiritual domain,
No home for me in the mundane trivial pursuits
Mediocrity and blissful ignorance, fake comfort, cardboard houses, low living

In search of higher ground,
Need to move to higher ground

Secular boudoirs call out to me,
Say,
Come lay here,
Come rest here,
Come numb your senses here,
In this bed of fear,
And temporal pleasures,
And captivity,
Until you no longer wish to be
Free

So what like minds and souls,
Will understand and join me on this quest,
Despite the land
So vast and desolate at times,
Dry and unyielding,
Nothing growing,
Prospering, meaning only one thing
At times
Moist and fecund
Over flowing,
Flowering,
Nourishing,
Full with knowing
Close my eyes,
See the earth,
Spread out before me,
Hills, and rivers,
Ravines, and meadows,
All
Close my eyes,
Envision heaven,
Comfort,
Peace,
Grace and glory,
All

Looking for my place,
Where is my place

In search of higher ground,
Need to move to higher ground

Where is my place?

Looking for my place
Where is my place?
 
My lasting place
This provisional place dissatisfies me
Too false and flighty sometimes,
Too fearsome too faithless,
Oftentimes
Concerns of flesh and bone
They plague me,
A necessity of humanity,
But still
They plague me,

In search of higher ground,
Need to move to higher ground

Where is my place?

Long to be
Free,
Long to be
Free,
In search of higher ground,
Need to move to higher ground

Where is my place?
 

Ursula Rucker

I am a stranger here
Who can I call out to?
I have no one
There is no one here for me
Who can I call out to in this strange land?
I have no-one

 

Saint Kabir
Sung by Shubha Mudga