man in black backpack during golden hour

Every time you leave home,

Another road takes you

Into a world, you were never in

She/he who becomes the slave of habit,

Who follows the same routine/routes


Who never changes pace,

Who is unhappy at work,

Who does not speak and does not experience

Dies Slowly

A journey can become a Sacred thing:

Make sure before you go,

To take time

To bless you’re going forth,

To free your heart of ballast

So that the compass of your soul

Might direct you towards

The territories of spirit

Where you will discover

More of your hidden life.

When you travel, you find yourself

Aline in a different way,

More alternative now

New strangers on the other paths await.

New places that have never seen you

Will startle a little at your entry.

Old places that know you well

Will pretend nothing.

The more you travel safely arrive refreshed,

And live your time away to its fullest,

Return home, more enriched and free

To balance the gifts of days which call you.

When you travel,

A new silence

Goes with you,

And if you listen,

You will hear

What your heart would,

LOVE to say.

Written by M. Hema Sri.

Published by youngindianrevolution

An Organisation which stands for the Liberation of Human Mind from the dominant shackles put up by the society.

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