The meadow

Where are you going?
What you do for a living?
Embarrassing questions to face
Truth is my destiny I embrace
But for facility I answer
To the South, as an modern explorer

It's not exactly a lie
Just an easy way to hide
But it is a trap
It makes me forget
Where I am trying to get
Thankfully I have a map

For countless generations
From every single direction
Beings searched and followed the path
Towards the etheric sunbath
A place where vanish the internal fights
Dissolved in endless light

Many left a testimony
Listen to the wise Rumi :
"I have reached a meadow
Wherein love grows.
Whatever dirt is brought here
Becomes all clean and pure."

I have been there in visions
Now it is my direction
Living like a monk, a pilgrim, a poet
Ascetic of my own faith
Aesthete feeding on beauty
Explorer of the inner journey