The seeker
Seeks of the ultimate truth
For the unknown to be known
The unseen, seen
The unspoken, heard
Solitude
The exploration comes from within.
The traveler
A traveler, not the ordinary one
But of a different kind
Travels through the space & time
Through the dimensions unknown
On a journey without an end
A journey that’s just begun
I’ve finished with travels, for I can’t agree
With the reasons I’m discriminated
Won’t pay for the visa a notable fee
Won’t wait in the queue of migrated
I’m blamed for the crimes which I didn’t commit
Stigmatized for a thing they call “nation”
I’ve nowhere to go and I’ve no one to meet
My train doesn’t stop at your station
I may not be happy about it, but such
Is the case that I’ve to comprehend
My dear foreign friend, I don’t know you that much
As you seem to know who I am
I’m lazy, incurious, spoiled and defiant
I live in the land of the snow
I’m a parallel world to political giants
That all of you are, as I know
Think better of me, if you can, for I’m not
Your enemy or cater cousin
Who dreams to come over with problems he’s got
To share at least half a dozen.
It was important to come and see
Though I don’t remember too well
It was ages ago when I crossed your sea
In purpose to buy and sell
I sold nothing and bought a few
Small items like cds and paints
I tried to talk but couldn’t see you
So I gave up the attempts
I sat on the bench in the park lane
With my eyes down to the gravel
It would be hopeless, I knew but I came
Just by inertia to travel
Home is where the two hearts are
One is yours, and the other is mine
Now there's no home for me, how bizarre
To live only in the mind.
The sun on this September afternoon
is not quite what it might have been in June,
but hot enough. My barman’s chatting on,
while somewhere, some lopsided carillon
is clanging tunelessly. I’m in the square
of San Francesco in Arezzo, where
I’ve longed to be for years. Rome’s far behind
(in fact it’s hard to summon Rome to mind,
albeit I was there not long ago.)
Tranquillity! I almost feel as though
I’ve plunged in freezing water. And the sight
of fiesta flags, inflamed by evening light
can make the heart start pumping. It’s too late
(for me) to learn to free-associate,
but what feels right, is right. I’m in a groove,
and who can say if I will ever move
from this precise position? Favourite pen,
a fine coarse notebook and “remember when” …
can life improve on this? When things combine,
we feel we’ve touched the hem of The Divine:
perhaps I’m heading for a nuclear fall,
but sunlight slanting on that craggy wall
is just as good as (better than, perhaps)
a coffee in that place from “Google Maps”.
Until I found Palazzo Guillichini
Gregorio, life’s classic “in-betweeny”
was lost to me: but I, “traquer le lièvre”,
can get the story from the cause célèbre.
on the journey between blues
and between all the tones
sun, salt, sky and sea...
I balance myself between general tones,
I am a sail, a sailor's soul
Own motor boat, and with hope,
I wait for the wind, which goes and advances
I sail towards the future OF omorrow... !
Farewell, o' weary traveller.
The stormy clouds now ever lift'd.
From that mortal night unto which you drift'd.
Daemons, once so fierce, shall make no further sounds.
For now, at last your sanctuary has been found.
The world around shall always pass 'n' go.
But in your name, as rose of love shall ever grow.
'N' tho' you've now succumb unto your inner beast,
Pray now sleep tight. Forevermore a spirit now at peace.
I am nothing more than a wandering traveller,
Intertwining through networks of stars.
I focus my path, on the sequins of light,
So my feet don’t wander in the dark.
The path is endless, with different routes,
And decisions in which I must choose.
On how to make the most of a precious life,
With time I do not want to lose.
The path can be cold, and lonely sometimes,
When the light in the dark will fade.
But the void of dark, the blackness of night,
Will again turn to a lighter shade.
We make our journey, as beings together,
And some will fall along the way,
Some will religiously follow their path,
And others to the dark will stray.
But the majority of people who do decide,
That time is as precious as life.
Will find a companion, an intertwined path,
A partner, a husband, a wife.
A pair of travellers, with souls merged as one,
Memories made together.
To see the colours and wonders of life,
And darkness to be banished forever.
I'm a traveller
Always on the road
With my mind far away from home
But for her, I'll be more grounded
Cause being on the road is fun at first
Till it gets lonely
And when you are up in the night skies
All you think of is what if you had the one
I'd want to land and make a nest
And stay close to guard it
Fly off from home at dawn
And be back before dusk
I'd want to have eggs by the nest
With someone to keep an eye on them
So that when the eggs hatch
They'll have someone by their side
I know I'm a traveller
And there'll always be the thirst for the skies
But with her, I'll forego the skies
Cause she'll be my universe
The PO£T
I hear the freight train coming
It must be about the fourth
If it's moving slow enough
I might just jump on board
I been east and I been west
But I've never been up north
Might just mosey up that way
Just to see what it is worth
I've locked up the old cabin
The key is well hidden too
Neighbors will feed my watch dog
And he knows just what to do
Been a while since I travelled
But I have maintained the knack
And still I keep to schedule
So by autumn I'll be back
I will do floors and farm work
So that I can make it by
I will always tell the truth
For I've never learned to lie
I know that my clothes ain't clean
But they keep me from the cold
And by the way, all the dust
Is just hist'ry from the road
Maybe from there I'll head south
Moving to a warmer zone
Might just get me a soft tan
Before making my way home
Been around this country some
Though can't tell you where is best
It might be the very spot
Where they lay me down to rest
my line of work
is space travel
those distances between stars
that's me
arranging all the loungers
around the hyper-pool
although
I'm only filling in
I've kept telling friend Elvis:
Belt secure across pelvis:
For chest that could hit the dashboard,
When crashes the car we board;
For the shocks from collision
That sometimes end Man's Mission;
Across his upper thigh fitted,
No fears of being outwitted;
Crash's worst forces withstanding
Their impacts not withstanding...
Seat belt for traveller's life
Achieves this without true strife;
Against jolts worse than a knife:
Traveller safe with his wife!
Yet,the wrongly adjusted
Had never safety boosted:
To still earn him"Cool Arrest"
Or a cop's glare,not the best.
"From deep within my heart
I always catch the scent
of my Beloved. How can I
help but follow that fragrance?" By Rumi
Drowned in delicate perfume of the gorgeous bouquet,
Glistening moon floating in sea of stars, you I see,
Smell your scent in ambrosial Chrysanthemum
How can I not be astounded with your beauty!
Found you dancing joyfully in a sublime garden,
I knew you were my Princess, like a butterfly
You left the oasis, but the alluring scent stayed,
I became a traveller in the world wandering by.
Walked tirelessly hundreds and thousands miles for you,
Crossing vast dales and tall soaring mountains far,
Your fragrance brought me back to harmony of life ,
How did I not know where my beloved were!
He ran from north to south,
Running from who he was,
Afraid to face who he sees,
This travelled with him,
He was devastated,
He sought to be a recluse.
July 1, 2022.
Distant realms
I asked the traveller, "Where do you go?"
With a smile, he replied, " I do not know ;
The miles I travel to distant realms,
My heart rejoices , my mind overwhelms."
Distant realms
I asked the traveller, "Where do you go?"
With a smile, he replied, " I do not know ;
The miles I travel to distant realms,
My heart rejoices , my mind overwhelms."
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