I journeyed into the wood Searching for myself, As high up as the trees, And as low as the rivers flowing freely. And everywhere I turned I found no man, But in the great spirit of nature, I found my soul reflected instead.

lost track i know there’ll be talk among the brotherhood lots of peppy upbeat talk (cos that the sort of eternally optimistic perpetually irritating numnuts they all are) of roads going ever on & journeys of a 1000 miles — but all it means to…

In journeys, I know.. I can run away, I can leave all and go. Run, until there is no more running.. Only some searching and a lot of finding. Running to… Towards a home.. When in the greens of the meadows And the light of…

Dear friends, you have hiked a mountain so have I On this treck I’ve been home meditating in silence Writing poems and thinking about what it is to give up. When is it ok to quit, and when to keep going? You have hiked a…