He walked so briskly as he did
it seemed he was so sure, In his mind
though he repeated “Don’t bind me
by emotion.” to himself he assured.
He is a traveller, he wants to go.
His walk is steady but slow.
He has no baggage , no gifts, no thoughts.
Yet his walk is slow.
His mind is not with him, she asked him not
but he left it there, where his heart does belong.
“Don’t bind me by emotion.” He repeats
and carries it along.
Though who listens –
Not mind, not heart.
Yet his feet keep pace
marching ahead, he is reassured to go.
“Could I take her along with me,
To the unknown destinies?”
He doubts ,but soon retreats,
“I am a traveller , I walk alone”
Says he with a pain to be.
“I see in your eyes what I desire,
I wished to walk with you.
I want no shelter, no cloth, no gain ;
I wish to walk with you.”
Honest words, truth and a heavy heart –
But his thoughts were long sown;
Sown – too deep to seek new flowers.
He chooses not to heed or hear,
In his quest to define self,
“I am a traveller, I walk alone” he
repeated to himself.
“Don’t bind me by emotion, thus
I choose to walk alone.”
Found it in an old diary .. a 2009 poem… edited now.
About the preconceived notions that a traveller has to walk alone.
Can’t he travel with someone who is willing to walk with him?
Often the way we react, is influenced by what we have grown to believe (by default!) .
You can see in this poem that the traveller is following the “Rules” that he believes are true.
He has not questioned their reality.
He wants to travel, discover the unknown, but believes that he should be alone.
He would probably enjoy the company of his partner, (and probably , even the journey called life ! )
but doesn’t believe in the possibility.
He is unaware of what he really wants , looks and feels confident –
But, is only living an illusion.
superb…..it just touched my heart……beautiful….
Thank You! 🙂