I travel
Because
Standing still
Is death
Because
Standing still
Is death
Tag: wanderlust
The Roaring White Water of Being
It is a throng
A teeming mass
Rumbling through
A narrow chasm
Of visual and aural
Cacophony
A teeming mass
Rumbling through
A narrow chasm
Of visual and aural
Cacophony
Impossible to gauge
To comprehend
Without standing
In the midst
Feeling the flow
Feeling the insignificance
Of one more being
In this tumultuous rapids
Of being
Being Home
On the journey home
I began to understand
How much, in that moment
Home was where I wanted to be
I began to understand
How much, in that moment
Home was where I wanted to be
Not for its familiarity
Nor for its comforts
Nor even its dull grey beauty
But for its being
An integral part
Of my being
The Ghosts I’ve Left Behind
In all these years of travel
Geographically
Professionally
Personally
Emotionally
I’ve stopped, from time to time
To look back and count
All the ghosts I’ve Left Behind
Geographically
Professionally
Personally
Emotionally
I’ve stopped, from time to time
To look back and count
All the ghosts I’ve Left Behind
I’ve wondered, too
Is this the nature of travel
Or the nature of me
A road to take me away
No matter where I am
There is a road
To take me away from there
There is a road
To take me away from there
And I have taken all of them
Some have called that heartbreaking
Some have called that courageous
I only know what Pascal told me
My nature lies in movement
Complete calm is death
All the dust behind me ~ A Year of Pic and a Word Part II
Get out on that highway
Nothing in the rearview
But what I carry with me
Nothing in the rearview
But what I carry with me
Eyes forward
Movin’ on
Leavin’ all the dust
Behind me
The will to move
When I look back
At all the worlds
I’ve left behind
On journeys past
At all the worlds
I’ve left behind
On journeys past
Some with regret
And, some, disdain
Though most with neither
This nor that
I think not
Of the world I’m in
The present
Not this very day
But all the worlds
I’ve yet to see
Which will also
Fall behind
A land to be traversed
Steel, stone and sand
A land where no one
And no thing
Lingers long
A land to be
Traversed
A land where no one
And no thing
Lingers long
A land to be
Traversed
Leaping into disorientation
Sometimes I get confused
Which way’s up
And which way’s down
Which floor am I on?
Which floor should I be on?
Which door should I take?
Should I have come in through that one?
Which way’s up
And which way’s down
Which floor am I on?
Which floor should I be on?
Which door should I take?
Should I have come in through that one?
I can see for miles
Sometimes
I can see for miles and miles
But still have no clue
Where the road will take me
I can see for miles and miles
But still have no clue
Where the road will take me
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