Long To Belong

She walks the walk of her steps
And stops in front of the old man
Who sits calm and collected.
What is it child? He asks.
Do you need an ear or a shoulder?
I have come to learn. She says.
But I know nothing, he says.
What can I teach you?
Can you teach me the skills to wait?
He replies,
I have gone about my life;
Listened to the wind, flowed with the sea
And when I got what I wanted
I knew that I had waited.
With the years I have found that
It is in the not waiting that one waits.
It is in the not wanting that one wants.

How do I stop to float? She asks.
You do not, my child, for it is our nature to float.
It is for the rock, the tree, the river, the cloud
To hold us tight and wrap us with sheerest magic
So that we become an essential part
And we then feel that we belong. 

Oh, how I wish I understood! She laments.
He smiles at her and says,
It is in the not wishing that one actually wishes.
It is in the not understanding that one truly understands.