That Journey Poem by Poetspirit Sujan

That Journey...
Where even while walking, it felt like resting...
Where even when weary, it felt like walking on...
Where life, entangled, seemed to dissolve into the journey itself...

That Journey...
Where even in barren deserts bloomed pink roses...
Where even in withered, fallen leaves shimmered spring mornings...
Where even in the darkest nights fluttered tiny fireflies...

That journey...
Where within me, my own ego shattered and crumbled...
Where into restless eyes poured the serenity of Buddha...
Where empty spaces filled with tender pulsations...

That journey...
Felt as if walked in a dream...
Felt as if steps were taken, intoxicated in my veins...

Which
My dear, I had done with you...