The Traveller’s Creed
THE TRAVELLER’S CREED
by rado gatchalian
i’m leaving the days of my past for the future I do not hold
i’m leaving my children in favour of uncertain dreams and hope;
all my pride I kept it for a while: though, before I was the master of my
slaves,
now, i am a slave of many masters – unknown and sometimes mad;
as i carry the woods towards the unseen forest and high mountains
i lift my soul with prayers and footprints of valour;
like many dreamers, i travel with one bag of strong will
and a pack of hope to a land i do not know,
like all travellers, i wish to spend my days gathering pebbles from various
spots
and keeping it tough inside my pockets of memories,
like all searchers, i will kiss the moon and clouds
and sing a song only fairies can understand,
as i wander from one point to another
i see a bit of light and a bit of shadow –
like all journey there is no stopover on the road
but only a signpost which says: “Slow Down”.
