Travel

After months and months of travel
and years and years of wander
road weary and dusty and bone ache tired
it all trails off and leaves you There

and so you build a home around you
and you bloom where planted
ending the endless searching
with your soul still standing

and you pick up all the pieces
of your torn-apart heart
and stitch and weave it back together
hoping no one sees the scars

and though your thirst for travel
is only quenched in your dreams
you stretch the hope as far as it goes
until it's bursting at the seams

and you spend your sleeps in Astral travel
and your wakes in misty day dreams
with reaching rails of trains on tracks
still calling you endlessly

somewhere beyond the reaches of your hands
and the beating of your heart
beyond the whipsers of your dreams
and old scars torn apart

lies the Home of You and all its Whole
the answer to your call
for the pieces you have put together
is the meaning of it All.


And the Road is always calling
and the Travel never ends
when seeking for your Highest Self
is the End to your Begin