Saturday, April 23, 2011


The World is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page.  ~St. Augustine


All the birds have flown up and gone;
A lonely cloud floats leisurely by.
We never tire of looking at each other -
Only the mountain and I. 


The traveller sees what he sees, the tourist sees what he has come to see.



Why is it among the most
glacial mountain peaks
I find?
the greatest warmth

The mountains which surround my life,
White capped in snow's own veil,
Have seen environmental strife,
Survived the strongest gale.
                                                  




I see my path, but don't know where it leads. Not knowing where I'm going
  is what inspires me to travel it.




The mountain held the town as in a shadow
I saw so much before I slept there once:
I noticed that I missed stars in the west,
Where its black body cut into sky.

 


We wander for distraction, but we travel for fulfillment. 


It is not down in any map; true places never are.





Like all great travellers, I have seen more than I remember, and remember more than I have seen.