Welcome o Traveller, my spirit mourns for you!
Thank you for crossing my door for entering my domain. My
heart shivers witnessing your sight..
Thousands unspoken words rest upon you lips. Thousands years
of heritage blossom upon your shoulders.
Thousand miles of dusty road rest upon
your feet
Been wondering and praying and asking for you longer than
the time could tell
Been washing my face with the Ganges for your light to come...
Been crossing my palms for your bless to rain
Been building temples for your sight to rest upon me
Been marking my forehead for you to build your temple in me
Thank you for coming, O I am not worthy for you…
I now bow my lustful body
Please teach me
Save me
Show me how to travel!
How did you do it? What forced you?
Teach me how to detach myself from the world and my luggage.
Do I really need a luggage to travel? Where is your luggage then?
My luggage is my puny world, my poor spirit, my raw
intellect, my thirsty senses, my mundane affairs, my struggle to survive.
Survive for what?
You know my past you play with my present and you did not
define my future? You say I can do that.
Can I? Worthy am I?
You have come to me… So I must be!
You have no luggage. Divinity is your water, blessings is
your food, the world is your clothes. And yet I was taught to reject divinity to forget blessing
do deny the world.
O mighty one…
My deeds choke me, the winds avoid me, only cold walls and
their pillars surround me. Was that my fight, my goal? Infinite plains waited
for me and I choked myself in concrete and walls. With my will to give shape to
everything, to be able to explain everything...
... Can’t I accept just a little bit of mystery to exist in this
world? Do I have to bring everything into shape and finity? How did I come
to reject infinity?
O Mighty one, mourn upon this fallen soul!
Teach me how to travel
You walk bare feet, but I will still need shoes.
Yet you still open a road for me
Teach me how to travel it.
Save me!
