FINDING MYSELF:
I looked high up into the sky
The Stars winking down at me
The silver disk singing lullabies
In a fruitless attempt to put an agitated world to sleep
While the mighty waves beneath smiled belligerently
Crashing synchronically on the rocky beach.
I walked on and on
Oblivious to all else
Completely at peace with my inner being
In the quest for finding myself!
Those footprints on the sands of time
Fading in the distance
A living memoir of my journey
That yes, one day my tender feet
Had walked the face of this land
Occasionally I paused to ask myself
"Where can I find the real ME?"
Again the selfsame voice answers
"Where the earth meets the Sky!"
The horizon seems so near at hand
Just a few miles more and I would be there
The blend of icy waters and inky space.
But even a long long time after,
Hours, days, weeks and months later
I am still trudging on towards my destination.
It is but a never ending journey
I, the lone traveller making my way across life
Weaving through fragments of time
Blending in memories, thoughts and experiences
Creating that eternal portrait that maps my entire existence
So that when tomorrow with the rise of the golden halo,
As my soul continues its homeward journey
Set free of its mundane barriers
To reach heaven at last
I succeeding in finding myself,
On my grave will be emblemed in big bright letters
"Here rests a true traveller!"
I looked high up into the sky
The Stars winking down at me
The silver disk singing lullabies
In a fruitless attempt to put an agitated world to sleep
While the mighty waves beneath smiled belligerently
Crashing synchronically on the rocky beach.
I walked on and on
Oblivious to all else
Completely at peace with my inner being
In the quest for finding myself!
Those footprints on the sands of time
Fading in the distance
A living memoir of my journey
That yes, one day my tender feet
Had walked the face of this land
Occasionally I paused to ask myself
"Where can I find the real ME?"
Again the selfsame voice answers
"Where the earth meets the Sky!"
The horizon seems so near at hand
Just a few miles more and I would be there
The blend of icy waters and inky space.
But even a long long time after,
Hours, days, weeks and months later
I am still trudging on towards my destination.
It is but a never ending journey
I, the lone traveller making my way across life
Weaving through fragments of time
Blending in memories, thoughts and experiences
Creating that eternal portrait that maps my entire existence
So that when tomorrow with the rise of the golden halo,
As my soul continues its homeward journey
Set free of its mundane barriers
To reach heaven at last
I succeeding in finding myself,
On my grave will be emblemed in big bright letters
"Here rests a true traveller!"
Lovely poem... words befitting a true traveler!
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