The Traveler

And so he sat,

with stillness in mind

The future let go,

The past left behind

He listened to the birds,

The wind and the rain.

The silence between all,

and inviting the Pain.

He fell through the darkness

In the well of his dreams.

Where nothing is real and

Not what it seems.

It was an eerie day,

with No one around

The birds had stopped singing

Not a peep

Not a sound

The Path unfolded before him

with a mountain so tall and awake.

and a Red Moon

flew high in the sky

or was it just a piece of cake?