The Wanderer
The sages say that samsara is to wander, to pass through
I say samsara is to know the way and dance it
To dance is to live, and to live is never “to pass through”
Dance doll - dance and light up the stage…
Then they came with their wrought-iron weapons
And they pierced my soul, and looked for the mark
I sang to them to soothe their battered spirits
They sunk their swords in harder, my heart is in shreds
The blood ran dry and the old seas heaved
And there in the darkest hour all was forgotten
And tattered clothes were left in tatters
And the ashes were left in mounds at the pyres
Is it a fact that when we are lost we wander?
Is it true that when we are in love we dance?
Or do we dance when we are lost?
And do we wander when in love?
Samsara, O holy wheel of Life
Keep turning, I want to stay
I don’t want nirvana in clouds far away
For I feel it already…here
The Wanderer - the Fool?
Then I don’t mind, I don’t mind being
For all the pain and suffering and the attachment to desire
There is a keeness that is not worth losing
I want to live
I want to wander if that’s what it takes
But through all this I will dance
And I will dance because I love
- Gede Parma, 2007