A Traveler's Unreasonable True Dream

From Mother Poems and A Crack in Time by Shambhavi Sarasvati at Kindred 108.

Photo series: Venus California, Shambhavi Sarasvati

I am one in the form of the endless travel, and I manifest in many forms as well. ~ Anandamayi Ma

You might be happier if 
you immediately turn in
your attachments 
to endings and beginnings
origins and destinations.

God is a recycler.  
Everything perpetually turns into everything else. 
Call that one the plane of becoming or
the absolute.
No difference.
Just toss your beginnings and endings 
anywhere into space.
Nothing is ever truly lost.

We are all always on the move— 
travelers with
so many arrivals and departures
they amount only to
the beauty of traveling
and the tenderness of sharing 
stories of traveling. 

Various travelers however
have not learned these simple facts
We call them colonizers or
conquerors or collectors.
If we all learned the art of traveling
of hosting and guesting
we could live anywhere
in a borderless land.

Our bodies do not end at our skin.
Our streets and lands have no names that remain.
The host and the guest are inseparable.
All plants are native, along with all that appears here.

I want to grow kindness 
instead of timelines.
I want to live among gardeners and servants and friends
not landlords or conquerers.

C’mon! 
Let’s rename this place Café Earth and
just laze around 
without contrivances or
convictions.
If we just relax a little more 
we’ll discover we belong 
everywhere. 

from Crack in Time, poems by Shambhavi Sarasvati

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