It is the path

 I wander on and off the path
I get to understand my edges
The smooth and the jagged
I trip up and fall in the brush
The path swerves left and right
Dark and light

I tend to get lost
Wild animals stalk
I struggle to make out the path
The safe gravel trail through 
this dangerous wilderness

Yet off the track I find enlightenment as well
Far from the embrace of the known
Then returning to it blesses me
I leave it whenever I hear a creek

I follow the sound of water and go to drink
I don't simply drink I bathe and give praise
I awaken and return to the way with strength

I find lost people further from the road
They tell me how good things are in the wilderness

I offer them remedies before leaving, they don't follow.