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I am a traveler

In a place beyond time

I speak the language of stone

And adobe,

Listen to the echoes of history

In roofless, melted walls

This is my journey

I am a traveler,

An earthbound melting misfit

Whispering in the language

Of leaves and lizards,

Of rustling cottonwood leaves,

Taking pictures with my mind

This

Is my journey

I am a traveler

Just passing through

On my way to somewhere,

Always on my way – on my way to

Else-where, to else-when, to else-wise

Even so, I tarry here

This is

My journey

I am a traveler,

A stranger from

Time beyond

To long ago

In this ghost-filled home

Of peace and contravening conflict

This is my

Journey

I am a traveler

Who sits cross-legged on the earth,

Alone with the ancients

Alone amongst shadows and sunshine,

Silence and grace

My heart and soul cry out in echo

This is my journey