It’s where the sky meets the earth,
Blending at the horizon
Seamlessly becoming one
Just like me, walking my path.
From the time of my own birth,
I remained with my eyes on
Searching until I am done,
Without causing any wrath.
With everything I now know,
I let go of all my thoughts,
Enjoying the brief moment
When nature reigned once again.
I watched the sky’s colors grow,
Soon vanishing to their spots
Once they finished their assignment,
They returned, as I said amen
I question, if I’m ready,
Taking finite time to track
Each and every one of them,
Without uttering a word.
My slow pace remains steady,
Despite wanting to look back
Hoping to meet all of them,
But I kept pressing forward.
Using flamboyant colors,
He painted the sky without
A brush, a palette or tools,
Yet, a masterpiece took shape.
As if they’re my ancestors,
Sending greetings, leaving doubt
They were here to follow rules,
When they let their souls escape.
I avoided the masses,
By walking past any crowd
Resuming my walk, I slowed,
So I could watch nature’s show.
The occasional car passes,
Leaving a dirty dust cloud
Blinding my view of the road,
Guessing at which way to go.
Following the rural route,
Without having a penny
Listening to a scripture,
To avoid the devil’s strife.
Staring into destitute,
With my worn wallet empty
Except for the one picture,
I carried from my past life.
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