Get lost

Get lost   

Unless you get lost on purpose,

Ryokan by moonlight wrote,

you won’t get this far; rugged

path through a deep forest

among towering mountains,

a steep glen shielded by mist.

But if I plunge into the thick

of my perplexity, eschew my bearings,

redirect my vigilance, trek the path

unconcerned where it leads,

I might just climb in deeply enough  

to come upon an abandoned hut,

a patch of woods where once he hunted

mushrooms; the spring where he drew water;

sit and view the moon left in the window

like a congratulatory note.

O child of God, the world is telling you

to get lost.  When will you oblige?