O traveller, when will you return to the origin of your being?
Reality is what you are and a reverie is what you have been.
Your similitude is to the moon with its varying phases,
ever luminous but with lasting traces.
It is the origin from where you started and it is where you will ever arrive,
though it is a thing mysterious but you have never failed to strive.
So I ask O traveller, have you earned for what you strived?
Be content O stranger, for to the origin I have arrived.
Aug 10, 2020
Aug 10, 2020 at 7:40 AM UTC
O traveller, when will you return to the origin of your being?
Reality is what you are and a reverie is what you have been.
Your similitude is to the moon with its varying phases,
ever luminous but with lasting traces.
It is the origin from where you started and it is where you will ever arrive,
though it is a thing mysterious but you have never failed to strive.
So I ask O traveller, have you earned for what you strived?
Be content O stranger, for to the origin I have arrived.
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