There are eight billion ways to live,
Each a story, each heart a compass.
Some drift like waves, some carve like rivers,
Some rise like the sun to a chosen horizon.

However, should we choose to group paths
and map these countless ways,
then the first obvious path
is the path of reaction.

We can choose to live unintentionally,
where winds of chance decide where we go.
Simply reacting, existing,
turning in different directions,
led by the currents of the mind.

Yet, some choose another way—
the one path, the path of single sight.
A destination is chosen,
a northern star gleams above,
and the journey begins.

Eyes focused, vision locked,
every choice fuels momentum,
propelling us toward a goal,
on a hunt for sacred keys
to unlock what we are meant to be.

But beyond the roads of reaction and pursuit,
there is the path of being home.
It is living mindfully aware
of the mind, the heart, and the soul—
centered, whole,
in the temple spaces of life.

You are home, yet traveling still,
a seeker, not lost,
a wanderer with roots and wings.
Neither pulled by currents
nor chasing the horizon,
but moving in rhythm
between earth and sky.

And in the dance of all three,
perhaps we find the way.