Path of the wanderer


Path of the wanderer


I am never ever too long in a place to call home. Walking where ever

there is a path, made by humanity in a city or somewhere out there,


a path made by peasants of a village, or their beloved animals.

Sometimes the path is long and so arduous that it would literally
ground you down like an eraser at the end of a pencil.
If fate is kind and your side, the path brings you back to your
birthplace, where you find solace, and comfort in the familiar. 

After a brief spell, it is time to go again, the paths to the unknown come calling. The feet are yearning; the blood is thirsty with wanderlust, till it is time to sleep and dream even as I put on the akasic veil.

 God Bless You

May all be well with you

DMD


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