I have walked the burning sands of the south. I have walked the snows of the north. I have been through a thousand of forests, followed by a wilderness with just the rocks as company. Air guides me, telling stories of endless journeys, of things I want to feel, to have. Earth is my eternal companion, my path, my bed, my mother and it will be my grave.
They call me The Wanderer. My name I had forgotten a long time ago. I know just that I seek the truth. I read between the lies of men and I try to put the pieces together.
They call me The Wanderer. My name I had forgotten a long time ago. I do not know if I would ever fit everything together. I do not know if I would complete it all or will I leave what I found to my brothers and sisters. I wonder if we, Wanderers, are not doomed to seek, but never find.
Songs the trees sing give me strength to go on, to cross the sea to reach the divine frontiers. My feet are numb, the burning sun is blinding me, but, hear, I will not give up now. I will not abandon my path. I can still restore my strength and go to the ends of the world.
I am touching the lightning on my neck. I look up, to the sky, to Ukko.
"And when the path ahead looks narrow, let me find my way through it, like a stream searches for it's bed. And when a wall stands before me, let it crumble right away."
They call me The Wanderer.
01.09.2008
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2 comments:
Lovable! :D It's pretty short compared to your other stories, but I always think that the short ones are always the best ones. Because they always tend to carry a message and I really like the one in this one. Very ambitious and inspiring... I love it. :)
Very powerful message but written in such musical fluidity. Wonderful Wording, Wonderful Writing, Incredible Job!
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