The Wandering Minstrel and the Cactus

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The wandering minstrel kept looking for a new song

The old lyrics and melodies although familiar

no longer touched his Soul as before

A backpack over his shoulder

down the dusty road he sauntered along

He found himself after several days journey beleaguered

and not certain which road to take

Every direction appeared fraught with similar past experiences

with not a new song in sight

He eventually veered off this well traveled road

down an obscure path

Placing his backpack down

He sat by a large, grandfather cactus

Grandfather he implored I am looking for a new song

No matter where I look or where I go

it’s all these old lyrics and melodies

playing over and over again in my head

Ah, you have come to the right place

for I have been here for many years

I, in the past, have felt stuck

and longed to find a new song for myself

Then one unusually cloudy day a thunderstorm came

with rivulets of crystal clear raindrops falling all around me.

Each raindrop a past memory of my many years of being here

Then a bolt of lightning struck me

traveling downward into my very roots

However, it didn’t stop there

continuing to find a reservoir of empty space below me

It was as if here in the depths of the Silence below me

every new song was about to be played

An eerie Nothingness

and yet notes and chords of inestimable sounds and rhythms

configured themselves into glorious songs

that celebrated my awakening

into a Quantum Cactus of the Highest Order

It was then that the existential wisdom poured back up

through my trunk, arms, and needles

proclaiming myself totally complete and at Home once more

You see wandering minstrel

There is really no place to go to find a new song of your Self

It’s already here in the Quantum Void

playing a new song in the Eternal Now of Silent Remembrance

Just sit here with me

and let go of all your old songs

Just BE wandering minstrel

just BE