He roamed through stars through dust through flame
Yet every step returned the same
The more he sought the more he knew
The path was him —the sky was too
No gate ahead no land unseen
The truth was where his feet had been
He searched the far he found the near
He met himself in every sphere
He smiled at roads he walked before
He saw the world and nothing more
Then breathed and said with steady gaze
“I never left —I only strayed ”
Walk and rest they are the same
The traveler bears no final name
To stay to move to learn to be —
All roads return to what is free