He traveled light on the road,
with few earthly possessions –
bags, small pot, walking stick, the clothes on his body –
sleeping on the hard ground, eating what is given (or not),
weathered by the elements and life on the road.
A simple life, unadorned, moved by the wind and an invisible compass.
I did not know where he came from or where he was going.
Why exchange information when the wordless says it all?
We met in the land of heart – the silent unknown –
– that holds all opposites in a pool of Love.