The Quest.
I wanted to leave everything behind.
My broken hearted past seemed
to empty the rest of whatever I thought was life.
I left it all behind, not for too long
to attend to unfamiliar comforts
to unknown teachers
and to uncertain paths.
Traveling the world seems like the ideal escape,
I did not want to be typical but I found myself
talking to myself.
It's been awhile, and so I listened and listened.
I kept my eyes open, my ears attentive, and
left my emotions to freely come as they chose to.
I finally was able to hear myself.
That was the reason for this journey all along.
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