Sojourns through terrains myriad
memories past and present
commingle with the present
and the mind is a bustling place.
Landscapes that keep changing
people who appear and disappear
leaving behind impressions
which leave indelible imprints.
A journey with destination
within the larger journey without
rhyme, reason or a destination.
Journey that enlivens and lights up.
Mining into the mind's recesses
unknowingly is the only thing I do
as the body rushes on and
on through territories unknown.
I left nothing behind as I embarked,
and is untroubled by sense of loss
or elevated by sense of any gain
I just am and now the journey itself.
Making imprints on the shifting
quick sands of time is not my wont
I just float soaking in everything
before I resume my original journey.
The journeys of life. With the muse of nature. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Landscapes that keep changing people who appear and disappear leaving behind impressions which leave indelible imprints. everything changes. nothing is permanent. there one has to go with deifnite determination. wonderful poem thanky ou dear poet. tony