I Am Not The Only Traveler

I Am Not The Only Traveler

I am not the only traveler,
Who gets lost in a world brimful of sights unseen.
I search for the winding path anew
To see the world unfold.

I am not the only traveler,
Who sees the world this way.
There is a place---
Where I bring my mind into the state of calm.

I am not the only traveler,
Who wanders in the kingdom of great unknown.
I make my way on my own two feet to a place,
Where I release my mind from its grasping.

I am not the only traveler,
Who leaves home for the open air.
I follow my young heart to a place,
Where I loosen up my mind into the true nature of mind.

I am not the only traveler,
Who brings the scattered mind mind back home.
Then, I realize, how much I enjoyed being present at there
With a good heart and forever will be.

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