All I want to do is to help people and live my life closer to the spiritual world, to wander with a tribe of like minded individuals, discovering higher metaphysical truths and living life to it's fullest. And yet, in this day and age this is frowned upon. I am "wasting" my life. Ha! Is it you or I who has wasted the wonderful bounty of experiences this world has to offer? Do you know of the beauty of a full moon rising over the horizon? The sweet music of running water? The grace and beauty of the animal world? The secrets and knowledge of the fungi?
No, I say it is those who are damned to only a material existence who have wasted the precious gift of life! Go out and explore! LIVE!
The Dead weep for the living, for it is only through death that life is truly appreciated. The Time of Travel draws near for me, and I hear the road beckon. I hear you! I hear you! We are long lost lovers, waiting for the time we might once again be made one.
"Nomad"
Speak not of hovels
Of dens and abodes
My heart's made of pavement
My blood made of road
I know not of months
Of weeks and of days
But only of silver
And bright shining rays
I ride in a tribe
And we know this land
And though you may never
Quite understand
The thought of the miles
Far at my back
Leaves my soul free to roam,
Released from the rack
Now THIS is the life
That brings ease to death
Not a chance missed
Not unspent a breath
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