Mar 20, 2011

A Traveler's Way


My feet are blistered. Still I walk. Against the endless horizon of blue skies and red earth, a thin white line, there, my salvation lies. Against the beliefs of things I walk to find my truth. Don't let me kneel down this instant to pray or to hope - I will walk until my feet are no more - I will crawl with my arms and torso too. This every muscle in my body bursts into a fierce life, a tour de force that propels a man toward something. Am I hopeful? I am as hopeful as the star who circles in his one eternal night. "Let there be light," it is said - all men rejoice - one star weeps. For the sake of a single star, a traveler must walk.

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