A traveler walks through wilderness, where few would dare to go,

Unraveling his bewildered thoughts relearning what he knows.

A thousand miles yet to come, a thousand miles past

Though he took little with him, much more now he does have.

On foot or train or riverboat, the means of his long quest

Only explains the what, not why he put himself to test.

The traveler is the only one who knows what’s on his mind.

If Peace is what he searches for, then Peace I pray he finds.

Each city filled with children without shelter while they slept,

Trapped inside the shadow of the valley of their death.

They respirate in toxins to achieve deceiving highs.

Their desperation drowns the Light until it cannot shine.

What will happen to these people, when did they come, where will they go?

Why do we ask the questions that no man can ever know?

Sitting with the homeless was a traveler in disguise.

If Peace is what he searches for, then Peace I pray he finds.

The traveler carried onward to the highest mountains base.

Perspective granted to him by the Himalayas grace.

The air was thin and, as he rose, so hard to catch his breath.

But what was all around him was the one we resurrect.

Unspoken Truth that cannot fade and will not ever die

Bestowed upon a simple man who was just walking by.

As he climbed down the mountain, he reflected on his time,

And Peace will never leave him if he keeps it on his mind.

The traveler still moved forward till he reached the ocean’s shore

And dove into the water where he saw the ocean floor.

He flew amongst the fish and floated by the massive shark

The sound of bubbles rising, looking down into the dark.

What a world he’d never seen and he would never want to leave,

And so he stayed and lived in life a dream that he had dreamed.

But he remembered all of those that he had left behind.

He knew that Peace and Light are lost if we don’t let them shine.

The traveler traveled thousands miles unto the crystal sand. 

And as all travelers do, returned to that which he began.

I did not see him come, but he was sitting in a chair.

I do remember feeling Peace to know that he was there.

This was not the first occurrence here, nor will it be the last.

Some moments cannot be defined by future, present, past.

And as we spoke I knew that we had meetings of the Mind.

If Peace is what we’re working for, then Peace we’re sure to find.

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Written about the journey of an old friend. May he be well and happy.