The Walking Worker Poem by obinna tochi

As my head journeyed,
Journeyed through the rugged face of the desert,
‘Tired, I am, of wandering, '
Said she.
‘To my very own college of thought,
I must retire to.'

Regardless of who we are,
I say,
We shall journey and navigate,
Navigate our being,
Journey from there,
From there to the moons,
The moons of other planes.
To the stars of other mountains,
We shall explore.
To the seas of other oceans,
Shall we dominate.

My heart of hearts,
Did my head journeyed to.
To my heart of hearts
She did inquire -
‘What do you desire? '
Asked her to him.
The reply,
To herself remained.

My eye of eyes,
Did she journey to.
To my eye of eyes
She did inquire -
‘Of which things are visible to you?
Visible to you but none? '
Asked her to her.
‘You can see anything you wish to see, '
Replied her to her
In a loud quiet,
‘See what you wish to see -
See, but you can confirm,
Confirm from Mr. Mind.'
















‘Who is Mr. Mind? '
You may ask.
A Powerful,
Powerful and influential -
Powerful and sophisticated young man
Yes,
Powerful, he is.

As she journeyed,
Journeyed towards the gates of his mansion,
A very beautiful house,
She found.
As beautiful as the imaginary paradise -
The imaginary paradise in her youth,
So beautiful, it is.
Avery beautiful -
Beautiful,
No human eyes has seen.

The gate to this mansion was tall,
Tall as though she grows,
Grows every hundredth of a second.
There my head stood.
As little as she felt -
Little due to her great heights.

‘This is the citadel of thought, '
Said a voice within the gate,
‘State your cause and you shall be welcomed.'

‘I am the wandering head of this very being, '
Cried she to the voice,
‘I have come to inquire of the great mind -
The Great Mind I have come to see.
Of the life of the very word "mystery, "
Of the power behind my very thoughts -
Thoughts I understand not,
I come to inquire.'

The Mouth of the gate ran open,
Avery beautiful garden,
She saw.
"The seat of the soul, "
She is called.
For her beauty out-beauties anything,
Anything beautiful,
Yes, beautiful.

‘All that have come,
Come to see His majesty, '
Said a voice within the door,
‘All must be majestic -
Majestic in thinking.'

Run! Run to the door,
Run, she did.
To his opened ear
She did run.
To the Path,
She did find herself.

A young man,
A beautiful handsome man,
She found.
‘You are welcomed'
Said he,
‘To the fountain of Creation
To the mother of innovation.'

A seat to sit,
He did offer her.
Miraculous a seat,
She did sit on.
The making of a slave -
A great slave,
The seat was.
‘You are welcomed'
Said she.

‘I know why you are here'
Said Mr. Mind.
Things as she had them,
He spilled.
To her cranium,
A shock it was.

A very tall discussion,
They had.
The very tall discussion
Gave birth to the words,
Words from Mr. Mind:
Why would you wander the mountains?
Why would you cry to the desert for help?
I am the mind.
Are there any as wise as I am?
Check inward before leaping -
Leaping to the dancing stars for help.
Check inward before running -
Running to the running time of time.
Check inwardly! Check inwardly!







I would say, that a traveler is grayer,
Grayer, I mean grayer than the gray headed.
Even at the eve of suffering,
Suffering, mean I suffering.
A traveler would travel on,
On, into the oceans of the greatest dept.
Into the mountains of the ugliest of faces,
Face even the hunger of the faceless beast.



As my head journeyed,
Journeyed, she did journey,
Into that red city she journeyed,
Into that red mountain she stayed.



At the entrance to his gate,
His gate was a young gate,
A young gate in his prime.


‘What have you come to see?
See, I mean see.'
Said the gate.


‘I am the father of wandering,
Wandering, I sired,
Wandering I sired,
With my own very youth,
My youth in her zenith.'
Replied my head.


‘You have not stated your cause,
Your cause you must state,
For your cause is your pass,
Your pass,
She alone is your pass.'
Said the gate in aloud quiet.


‘I am the wandering head,
The wandering head I am,
The wandering head of this very being,
The very being you are made of,
I mean made of,
I say made of, if you must know.'
Said she.


‘You are mostly welcomed,
Come in,
Come in our great head of head.'
Said he.


His teeth opened,
Opened she did open,
As she entered through she.
She found a very big house,
A very big house she found,
So big a house that one would imagine,
Imagine that he is the greatest of all
Beings.


The house greeted her,
‘Hullo heady,
How are you doing?
Doing,
Doing.'

‘All is fine,
I have come,
Come to see
What it is like over here.'
Replied she.


And the door to the house -
The door to the house opened,
She flung open.


‘Good day Mrs. heady,
Good day.' said she too.


‘Inside the mansion,
In that very mansion,
Oh! What a beautiful mansion, '
She thought.


The red king,
Kingly in his king regalia -
As he wore a robe adorned,
Adorned with diamond.
Diamond as none has ever,
Ever I mean ever seen.

Inside of the mansion,
Was a very,
Very,
Large parlor,
As this parlor was far,
Far she was far more beautiful,
Than anything beautiful.


The parlor was arranged,
Inform of a semi-circle,
She was arranged as a crescent moon,
With the great throne of the red king at the center,
The throne of the king was the very life of the parlor.


The throne,
The throne was a master pieces of no earthly material,
No earthly material was he the master pieces of.
He looked like diamonds,
Oh! Mountains of diamond,
But more glassy,
Glassier than any earthly diamond,
All other diamonds are nothing,
Nothing but the shadow of this very diamond,
His beauty is compared to no earthly beauty.


As my head was lost,
Lost at the very thought
Of the beauty,
Great a many beauty she beheld.
The king of the red,
The red handsome one was offering,
Offering her a seat,
Seat, to sit on.


The seat shouted,
‘The king offers you a seat, '
She said.


Then she seated on her,
And thanked him,
For having offered a seat.


‘I have come to see you,
You I have come to see,
You alone shall I see.'
Said her to him.


Why do you seek me?
To what do I own this pleasure?
Queen of the north,
What a pleasure seeing you?


Oh! Minister of transport,
Our great minister,
I have come,
Come have I.
To inquire of,
Inquire of how,
How the transportation sector is?


Too long a time,
Very long a time,
Has anyone ever called,
Called him by such name.
And so he was inclined,
So very inclined on answering her anything.


First of all I would say welcome,
A very great welcome to you.


The transport sector,
The transport sector,
Is the major sector,
The back bone sector of this country.
He starts his operation,
Operation by moving food,
Food I say food,
To places where food is needed,
Mainly needed in great quantity.


He regulates the amount,
The amount needed,
Needed in a giant amount.


This is the function,
The very function, of the transport sector.


She thanked him and disappeared,
Disappeared, disappeared, she did.
















As my head became
A granny,
A granny granny she was.
Then she started to teach,
For a wise teacher,
She had become.


Before her were the children,
The children of the great,
For even my mind -
Mr. Mind has sent forth his child,
‘For really,
Really really,
A traveler has more gray,
Grayer than even the gray headed.'
Agreed by the house of the wise -
The many many wise.


Then I woke up.
All these must have been dreams,
Terrible dreams,
Horrible-terrible dreams,
I thought.


How is it that my body parts?
How comes my body parts?
Became alive.
I thought to myself.