Travels

Yesterday we traveled on many paths,
all interesting, all appealing to some,
but all, without exception, feeding thought.
Is it thought that brings travels’ end?
Thousands of experiences to be felt,
no maps will bring thought to its end.
When asleep, sleeping knows not itself,
when awake, that is it dear friend.
Do not be concerned with signs,
painted by sages and followers,
only you will know that breath
that brings ego to its death.
Is it a turbulent battle?
Or a peaceful sigh?
Doesn’t matter,
a secret whispered
in silence of the mind.

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