A POEM

A Traveler, a “Soul”ider, a Warrior, the Light
A poem by Michelle Garcia

Do you ever think about the journey that led you here? 

A traveler unaware of the journey, 

yet a secret destination would appear.

A path written in the stars long ago, 

a light that shines in the traveler’s heart, 

telling her where to go.

Every traveler has a vision, a dream, a goal, a final destination. 

A beautiful mirage it seems at times to be,

a fulfilling place, just out of the traveler’s reach.

This place sparkles, shimmers, and shines, 

with fantasies only known to thine. 

All this glamour, all this grace, 

like lesion fields filled with blissful peace.

The traveler’s heart burns deep within,

yearning to reside in this place of total zen.

What is this place, might you ask?

Consciousness, purity, and a clear mind that lasts.

Awakening, understanding, and learning the path,

a deep understanding of the journey, atlas.

Searching, exploring, dusting, digging, and diving,

uncovering and discovering a seed of the past. 

A seed that sprouted, rooted, and spread,

blossoming to some thoughts of total dread.

The traveler in awe this seed was there,

infecting her thoughts,

she was unaware.

Noticing, observing, feeling the pain,

as the traveler extracts this seed deep within her brain.

Who knew a seed could grow so fast, 

rooted within the mind, body, and heart,

all from the past.

The upheaval of pain as she looks within,

micro tears in her heart,

hemorrhaging feeling, 

she begged, 

please make it stop.

The traveler finally grasps the seed that led to negative thoughts,

a deep rooted seed,

that has cost her lots.

Pain may be lodged deep down inside,

causing the traveler to see, speak, behave, and believe things that may not be.

Perception is a tricky little thing. 

This seed is all too real, at times it blocks the traveler’s view.

Oh wait, there it is again!

A glimpse, a flicker, the truth, the beautiful place,

clear and open.

Is this outer space?

The traveler’s favorite destination is this fresh open mind,

allowing her to delve deep down inside.

Again, to this place of open space, 

but sometimes it may be a dark musky place.

The traveler draws weary, cold , and dazed,

swimming breathless in this deep dark place.

Gasping for air,

the pain is unfathomable.

Yet again,

a glimmer of hope that shines,

this is unimaginable.

The nugget, the seed, that started it all,

the traveler is free, 

the traveler lived through it all.

The peace, the freedom, the exhale is spare.

The traveler warns,

be cautious, be ready, enter if you dare.

The traveler still blissfully unaware,

yet gets closer to nirvana, 

each time she cares.

Travel lightly my friends, the traveller advises,

unpack the seeds that lead to despises.

This allows room for many heartfelt deeds.

in this world, 

love is all we need.