The Spiritual Nomad
As I open my eyes I’m aware of my bed.
I sit up and stretch as my awareness does spread.
At a new time and place this traveler has awoken.
In the bed of a truck parked out in the open.
I reflect on my dreams as I get ready to go,
Lessons from the cosmos as the mystery does grow.
This truck that I drive over concrete and stone,
Is mirrored by the journey within the unknown.
On the surface I’m a nomad, traveling great distance.
Underneath I’m a spirit, contemplating existence.
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Poem by Richard Hilton
June 2009
Posted in: Poems March 11th, 2012