Traveler

The sounds of steps on the ground, reaching many distances. 

The sight of one person can see the landscapes of many. So 

can one’s eyes capture all there is to see? I’m talking about a 

permanence in the way we see, a shift in all what was to what 

is. Never to return back. That is the when the traveler is captured.

Observation is lost in the mystery of things. The way the world 

unveils itself; like ripples that expand in the ocean. The mystery 

is full and bears many petals of the flower and the traveler watches,
trying to understand, but can't. The ideals change, never the same,
lost, forever absorbed, able to see freely. Eyes open, the adventure
thrives, my life is never still and always sudden.  

The traveler experiences each day different from the day before. 

Richer each time, the eyes bring new destinations. Bewildered 

by nature in its finest form- the sandstorm spirals. Lost in its
presence, life has seized my mind. The destination is revealed to
me. Ever changing- these sights become a part of my landscape.

The immunity of the world has deepened and to it all I’ve become 

numb and instead, life fills the seconds with wanderlust. My shore 

will never arrive.

The rain falls and touches the skin.

So far gone. Life absorbed everything and then finally opens the
flower that blooms in the late spring. 

REWIND

Every time, as if I've pressed rewind.
I press play, the noise fills the space.
Moments of my soundtrack
In love with this life - I love to sit back and watch .

So domesticated we've all become
Natural instincts are foreign to most.
Did these events really happen?
Or am I making all this up?

Earthquakes put me out of balance
But my mind is dead steady.
Life is so heavy and I'm absorbing it.
Absolved from it.

Unwind, of my mind
Like-kind, undermine
The peak points and impacts left
The ideas that grow with time

I'm feeling it now
And it's starting to be alright.
My intentions reciprocated...
I've successfully infiltrated.