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There are no foreign lands

Updated on April 27, 2015

Journey into unknown...

Gone Walkabout

There are no foreign lands
it is the traveler
only who is foreign
It is him
who is responsible
for the road
he is seeking

Open and curious
wanderer
set off
in search
of elsewhere
that home
of the other

People fear him
they don’t understand
why to leave
the certainty of life
among one’s own people?

He smiles and shrug
his shoulders
what is there to explain?
On the crossroad
he decides to wait
for those others
who have gone against
the grain
of their settled lives

Never stops seeking
ways
to reach those
on other side

Let me tell you
about my journey:

Journey through cycles
of dying and rising
I think I have suffered enough
I love the feeling
of mellowing out
reclaiming back
the bits of myself
I might have disowned
or shed earlier in life
or not found a place for
I am finding a home
for them now
including a writer in me,
smile…

Journey through mountains
and valleys
ascent and descent
new faiths and new hope
emerge on the way up
saving your face
when you fall down
and time comes
to make peace
with yourself
with the nature
of existence
all around…

Journey through joy
and sadness
I had reached depths
of despair
I couldn’t see
no rhyme
or reason to go on
I felt dislocated
and lost
miserable
desperately
longing
for something
I couldn’t define
or name
and then I met you,
smile…

Thank you for waiting
on the crossroad
my fellow traveller…


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      Lee Cloak 2 years ago

      A really splendid poem, full of brilliant lines, great flow a real pleasure to read, an extremely enjoyable piece, thanks for sharing, voted up, Lee

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      Deborah Demander 2 years ago from First Wyoming, then THE WORLD

      Beautiful poem. Thanks for writing. I really related to the traveler.

      Namaste.

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      Shauna L Bowling 2 years ago from Central Florida

      Beautiful poem, Beata! The journey of self is never easy, but eventually we get it right. And then we... smile!

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      Beata Stasak 2 years ago from Western Australia

      Die...smile, I know bravewarrior, but it is ok, like they say it is always wiser to enjoy the journey not the destination, smile...thank you my fellow hubbers, just couldn't sleep last night and it payed off I guess:)

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      Judy Specht 2 years ago from California

      First rule of trekking is always stop at the cross roads, wait for your companions. Thank you for reminding me.

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      Beata Stasak 2 years ago from Western Australia

      Smile, thank you for stopping by on your travels, the tireless traveler:)

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