How strange to love a city
With every ounce of your Being
How strange to dream of Elsewhere
In search of Foreign
A map, the object of desire
The object of you life
So small in scale
But so large in possibilities
Always
seeking,
Expanding,
Remembering
The world is calling
To move is to be alive
Travel as existence
What freedom,
What joy!
To go forth in the world
And meet yourself in it
Traversing inner
Worlds and
Outer worlds
The landscapes of life
Reinventing,
Growing taller,
Growing whole
Going, going, going
But at the End
there is nothing better
Than the feeling of Returning