You travel the world
with your thoughts…
from sunny Spain
to cloudy Seattle
to that barely lit hut
in the remote outskirts of nowhere
you become one
with the serene lake
the gentle breeze
you become one
with the volcano
waiting to erupt
the fire burning
through the mountains
you become one
You travel the world
with your thoughts…
you even travel
to those abstract, obscure places
that are hard to find
in the depths of your mind
you travel the universe
and then come back
to gently nestle
in the small comforts
you cherish
at home.
poem and image copyright neha 2015
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