The Traveler And so he sat, with stillness in mind The future let go, The past left behind He listened to the birds, The wind and the rain. The silence between all, and inviting the Pain. He fell through the darkness In the well of his dreams. Where nothing is real and Not what it seems. It was an eerie day, with No one around The birds had stopped singing Not a peep Not a sound The Path unfolded before him with a mountain so tall and awake. and a Red Moon flew high in the sky or was it just a piece of cake?