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. . . . . . . . Seek . . .

Once I undertook a journey,

upon the very face of our entire world.

To view for myself the many pictures,

and written descriptions in all the geography

books and History Classes, National

Geographic magazines and movies seen.

 

A Quest to see with my own eyes what

I had only experienced second hand.

In my mid twenties, like a dream,

one foot in front of the other,

I went about exploring.

 

I sniffed and tasted the scents of foreign lands,

Incense, Sage and Frankincense, fish curry,

fried snake and even monkey brains.

Walked in lush Jungle Bush and Desert sands,

Along the shores of Islands and the coasts

of many lands.

 

Heard the voices of 30 divergent Dialects

and cultures, smiling and laughing with

the families and children of all of them.

Set beside the fires of primitive tribal men,

heard their chants to their gods above, the

moon, stars and the sun, the ocean, the land.

Clapped my hands and moved my feet in

their ancient mystic dances.

Drank their tea, Kava or whatever they shared

grateful for their offered unselfish brotherhood.

Stood on the flanks of the tallest Mountains

in the world, on my toe tips, to try to see the

face of the God of my youthful teachings,

disappointed when I did not see him, or Her.

Found instead an inner tranquility, imparted

to me by Red robbed Monks from within their

chants of Peace and wise earthly enlightenments.

 

Strolled the cobbled streets of two thousand year

old Cities. Walked among the ruined remnants of

nearly forgotten once great Civilizations.

 

Explored Modern European Citadels' of wealth and learning.

Over time rode on planes, ships, buses, backs of open trucks,

Horse pulled carts and human drawn rickshaws, taxis, subways,

rented motorcycles and cars.  Walked perhaps 1000 miles.

In all a journey of the mind and heart lasting three years.

 

And why you might ask, "What qualifies you as a pilgrim

of any kind, to travel so far, and wide?"

"What was I looking for, what did I hope to find?"  

All indeed, fare questions.

 

When a boy, I read a simple five word line,

“Seek and thee shall find". Curiosity and

Horizon Lust compelled me.

 

The next obvious question you might

ask is, after all that; “What did you find?”

That answer is very simple,

I found myself.

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Written by
stephen-e-yocum
M / American
Published
Dec 10, 2013
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Notes

Most journeys end right

back where they started.

It is what one learns in

between the going and

returning that changes

everything including

the pilgrim/traveler.

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