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

Watching a bird fly, so freely through the sky
I think he’s caged by his wings
But he just follows suit, does what he knows to do
And never thinks about these things

Have I moved to fast, squandered all my past
Or am I just growing old?
If I found the key, would it set me free?
Or would I just be out in the cold

Sitting beneath a tree, is it really me
Or just an illusion in my mind
Beneath a sky of blue, I know I always knew
The only cage I have is time

2005,by wayfarer

solitude
I can hear mind
as I contemplate
vastness

silence
no words needed
to explain that
which I already
know

2005, by wayfarer

Infinite and open
Flowing through all
Tao is the reason
Without caring to be

It knows without knowing
Acts without acting
And through it
All knowledge and action flow

Being is existence
Not knowing
If we look through the illusion
We realize we have
Always known

2005, by wayfarer