Can you tell me the essence of what you are as you lay huddled in the cold of night with the blankets of insecurity wrapped tightly around you, shivering in the utter vastness of stark reality?
Cold
Alone
Unflinching realness faces you at every turn as you step down the slope that you have made for yourself, feeling as if the world has turned against you as you find the true path’s end.
Awake
Knowing
This is the place you have tried to find and as you open up that gate you realize that you have been here before and in fact you have never left
This place.

2005, by wayfarer

Likely it will be all or nothing
Though it should not be
This is how we live

We look at our world as a series of absolutes, black and white, right and wrong.

Can't we see it's us who makes these choices
Not the world around us?

Funny how we always blame nature
For our own faults.

2005, by wayfarer

walking on mountains, i saw the tao
beneath the still trees i heard it
in a silent forest on a high mountain
and in a low valley alike
the tao is and always will be

in a crowded city, i smell the tao
in a bustling urban jungle
the tao is still present
people ignore it and do not acknowledge
but it is, and always will be

2005, by wayfarer

the old man in my dream said to me:
"keep this poet's soul you have,
and this martyr's mind
look down this road you face
with no thoughts about the time.
you are the answer that you seek
you're the means to the end
this poet's soul and martyr's mind
are your only friends.
the poison of the world, my son
is the inability to sit
and quietly come face to face
with when it's time to quit.
so keep these gifts that you've been given
tuck them deep into your heart
the soul that can not see the truth
is a soul that's in the dark"

2005, by wayfarer

The universe is a movement
Like a symphony
Do we listen to music
Just for the beginning
Or the end?

Life is a symphony
Though the beginning
And the end define it
Isn’t it the middle
That makes it what it is?

2005, by wayfarer