Poems

31/08/2026

You, The Traveller

Fate is marking out a rare and singular opportunity for you. It lies beyond the outer noise, and you are within your own inner workings, carrying them onward. Where you happen to stand upon the planet matters not at all, for wherever you go, you take yourself with you. And if fate should offer such a wondrous opportunity, then surely there is something there that cannot be seen from here, something perhaps bound up with the inner process. What is seen from here is not seen from there, and the reverse holds equally true.

She who travels furthest never leaves her place.
She who remains with herself arrives everywhere.
What appears, from without, as a road, is, from within, already a destination.
And she who lets the river flow need not know where it leads.