By Tony DeLorger © 2013
What learns the traveller,
when dust settles and the warmth of a home fire imbues,
and in that familiar silence revelations burn,
and the soul is sustained, elevated to consider.
What notions flood an experienced mind,
one filled with the world and all its diversity,
and the moments shared in the wilderness of a nomad,
every thought born of difference, colour and questioning.
What eyes see cannot be expressed,
as when a soul grows it cannot bare witness to itself,
and in that state of infinite growth,
a heart stands alone, a changed perspective.
Home is the comfort of a peaceful mind,
a space of belonging, of solace and replenishment,
and even in a world of miraculous wonder,
home is what a soul requires in serene repose.
On return, the traveller is blessed,
realising what he has in appreciation,
not by comparison but by default; home is a choice,
the one point of origin, the fulcrum of a chosen path.
Travel is the path of exploration,
giving life a balanced meaning and our world a destination,
unravelling questions not even posed,
and broadening the understanding of an open heart.
I believe one finds one's own humanity travelling, being able to relate and to discover we are basically all the same. We may wear different clothes, have different cultures and language, but we all want the same things in life: to be free, to be loved, to be safe and to have the opportunities to follow our dreams.
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