Many a mile I walk on this land,
My feet sweeping over soft grass
and grounding grains of sand,
Feeling the insignificant pebbles
in lakes and seeing the mammoth like mountains, tall and proud as they stand,
As I stop to rest my eyes and set
up camp before the dawn extinguishes night all I ask for is a helping hand.
Lonely traveler by day, guest of
Gaya by night,
I am forever wondering and my life
is held within my sight,
The soft blanket of sky is my
shelter; my mansion of Earth holds ceilings at a great height,
A blazing ball of flame is my lamp
and my company a rainbow of birds as they take flight.
Another hour gone, another day has
My feet now take charge and give
way whenever the shadow of fatigue is caste.
But I must carry on, the journey
one day will end and so will my task,
And my heart will not rest until
this is done or I breathe my last.
My eyes open, my mouth as empty as
the Sahara view,
My body tired of ambling, aging
with every step; my jubilant days are a few;
Even though there is no strength
in me, I have a purpose and my heart, hope and desire is true,
I will not stop until my excursion
Passing in to winter as every
thing turns cold,
Arms, legs, fingers blue with
frost but heart still warm and glowing like gold;
Fists and feet fight hail and
storm along with tortured memories of old.
I have left a place of torment,
for now only with the crown of imprudence and my brimming conscience that I
Flee, flee foolish one, run from
your loved ones and leave them to cry,
You have brought this upon
yourself and will roam alone until the day you die,
Try seeking shelter from this
self-inflicted pain and from what you fear under the colossal blanket of the
But thoughts taunt you, your
journey from trepidation pointless; you know it will get closer as the days go
No, never end something which has
Do not abandon yourself under the
Carry on fighting for what you
know is right and soon it will be done,
Never give up hope for the journey
which has already begun.
My mind perplexed, but not my
My stomach empty, but not my goal,
My sorrows break me, but
aspiration makes me whole,
My dreams are clear, but my
thoughts beaten with the whip of distress inside its bowl.
Kneeling down every other step of
I weaken in belief and do not want
to go on another day,
Along with my desires, my
destroyers are here to stay.
Head down and driving through once
more, willing to make it to the other end as I pray.
Realisation dawns, belief restored
in hopes forever genuine,
I keep faith in my convictions
that will be forever divine,
Now living unaided, untenanted,
unoccupied and forever for me myself and mine,
Spirit feeds on principles,
desires on hope; and destroyers on my flaws forever dine.
Shuffle, pause, trip, fall and
then carry on for a while,
It is my journey not to be stopped
so I take another breath, and carry on with a smile,
It will be over soon but until
then I must remember that the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single
So carry I on, and will not stop,
a single word for every mile…