the weary traveller pondered
over the meaning of joy,
his endless travel,
fatigued him..
he realised one day,
after much contemplation,
the elixer of joy was within,
and in all things,
seen unseen.
so the lonely traveller,
touches and experiences
the world outside,
and reveres
the one within.,
which was the answer
of his quest.
so, god shows the path,
when the mind is ready,
to recieve, divine bliss.
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