A pilgrim following his path alone.
Experiences are thoughts that come and go,
becoming the essence that unlocks my spirit
to reveal the truth of myself as a whole.
I feel free, as a bird that flies through the open sky.
All that is, and all that is not, resides within me,
as part of the nothingness that is everything.
Outside the incongruity of this illusion,
I become the being I was meant to be.
I love life, as an old man facing death at his final breath.
The emptiness is a call to my memory,
to remember the place I came from,
the infinite love of my creator,
my eternal beacon on this journey back home.
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