Confessions of a Traveler: Final Verse

VI

The Geometry of Loneliness

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You are the sand-

At the end of the desert-

On my tiring feet.

You are the teardrop,

At the end of a days’ journey

In my eyes.

The plateau of self-realization,

Followed your fragrance,

Into the womb of memories.

And then…

Without the sensation of the sand,

Without the dampness in the eyes,

The journey I undertook,

Seemed at a loss for sense. 

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The Geometry of Loneliness continues

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Your anxiety was

Always funny.

I knew always

Better than you did.

I traveled.

I knew the world.

I brought its gifts

Into your world.

I was the dreamer.

The Alchemist.

I had the smile.

When you kept

The curves of pain

On your lips;

Until that day,

When my path was full shadows,

And the light to fight darkness,

Was forgotten at home. 

[To be continued]

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The Next Confession of a Traveler

IV

The Geometry of Loneliness

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The lost star traveler,

Gazed, blinded.

The stars he thought would guide him,

Were invisible now.

No one had told him,

That he shouldn’t shed tears,

While in his quest,

Marking his way,

Gazing up at the stars.

But he cried,

Thinking of the one-

He’d left behind.

For you, my dear one. You are such a tremendous inspiration to me. You deserve this and much more.  

[To be continued] 

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Jesus of Nazareth

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This article is partly religious and partly non-religious. I ask for forgiveness from religious people and companionship from the non-religious for reciting with me the Lord’s Prayer given below. 

This Friday is the day when Jesus of Nazareth took up on himself the cruelties the men of the world are capable of and died, for redeeming the lineage of Adam. Let us remember him and pray to God, may our saviour come back again, so that we all can repent for what we did to him and tell him how much we have yet to learn to be humans.

The memory of Jesus from my childhood brings to my mind the image of a kind storyteller, who loved kids very much. For each lesson he taught, he had a story to tell. With each story he built the pillars of the kingdom of God.  

The proclamation of Jesus that only through a child’s eyes one can see God, also proves how much he wanted us to understand the importance of the ability to see and hear though our inner eyes, the eyes of imagination and fantasy. In John 3:3 “Jesus replied, "Very truly I tell you, no one can see the kingdom of God unless they are born again."” [New International Version]

This verse makes it all the more clear. Matthew 18: 2-6 “He called a little child and had him stand among them. And he said: "I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore, whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. "And whoever welcomes a little child like this in my name welcomes me. But if anyone causes one of these little ones who believe in me to sin, it would be better for him to have a large millstone hung around his neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea.”

We have all sinned it seems. What else are we to understand from the daily news about the cruelties committed upon children? Why do we always tell them, fight your neighbour in order to be the first? Why do we always give them encyclopedias, when they could be living their lives joyously and learning through stories? We have sinned, for sure. Let’s ask for forgiveness.

Let’s pray:

Our Father, Who art in heaven

Hallowed be Thy Name;

Thy kingdom come,

Thy will be done,

on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread,

and forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those who trespass against us;

and lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil.

Amen.

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Confessions of a Traveler

III

The Geometry of Loneliness

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The geometry of a naïve,

Shapes with squares, triangles, hexagons,

Rectangles, half made, half broken,

Half born.

All red,

With liquid blood,

Still trying to thump hard,

As it always has been—

The shattered heart.

I stood near it,

With the candle of ignorance,

Lost on my way to those dreams

In which I thought I could see-

You, up close.  

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I-Poems Continue

II

The Geometry of Loneliness

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In the sleepless eyelids,

I found the first tear drop,

In remembrance

Of the tree

At the end of the long road;

Of the rain,

At the peak of summer;

Of the moonlight,

In the dark;

Of the fragrance of flowers,

Of the smell of the soil,

Of the pain of love,

Of the joy of dreams,

Of the love for life,

Of the truth in lies,

And of the lies I slept with,

All my days,

Seeking you. 

[To be continued]

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The Geometry of Loneliness

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When your reminiscence arrived at me,

Like the fire on the bushes,

Like the cloud of protection,

Like the wall inside the sea,

Like the word on baked clay,

I melted and waited;

As the shadow of a bird,

In the heart of the altitude,

Moving, but static- still;

For the obtuse angle to be acute angle,

To move closer in degrees,

To your flesh and blood,

And embrace the Resurrection-

Of your closeness again.  

[To be continued]

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