The Soul Wanders Toward the Ancestral Homeland

A Zen Philosophical Poem (originally published on Facebook on Dec 18, 2025)

Listening in silence to the soul’s faint echoes from a previous life.

Time turned back through a few lifetimes.

Walking to the ends of the earth with this staff.

Objects and plants as companions along the way.

Alas, a resting place is ephemeral and temporary.

Stopping and then moving again. Stopping and then moving again.

On a high mound, high mountains, storks half-revealed.

Thank you for reading.

Y.A.