The Traveler's Hymn

Typically the honesty floweth forth from the toes within my socks,

up outta me..

 you who have touched,

 gave me breath,

a different philosophy..

life is what I see..

 but I kept looking behind me..

I have overcome.. the old negro hymn..

not a we, but an I hypothetically..

 increasing knowledge of the ignorance of others

who have no image of self..

 clamoring selfish beings..

dwarfed by the light shining.. bright from outta me..

Never saw the reflection the blind central eye

dichotomy of self hatred/love dividing me..

it is..

 I was..

 you stay..

 I walk.. forth..

 back sore from the load of reality...

Written by Crystal Hunter

February 24, 2011

***NOTE: Perhaps to be continued, hey this is about a journey.. so unless these feet stop
then this ole journey on the beaten path of life winds on...***