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.