Saturday, September 11, 2010
"The Traveler" (a poem)
So many paths, so little time.
Where to tread?
Be sure, I will find you out!
Where can you hide from the radiance of my sight?
For it looks not outside, but from within.
Where all paths become one,
Where the infinite ones abide,
Where time and space are woven and the world is made,
That is where you will find me,
Harnessing my machinery to the very Tao itself!
So many worlds, so little time...