Traveling Light... Comments

Actually a poet is a born traveler. He travels alone to find himself. Fantastic. Thanks. Tapas, West Bengal, India.

Beautiful poem. Deeper we go in higher we fly.

like a tiny bird in a cage, the door flung open... the soul leaves the body and flies!

I travel on path that's straight its the journey of light to Light my heart and soul are my feet my heart and soul are my blood I fly at will, even slither when I know I'm walking to You and I walk not alone Kasia may you stay blessed always... thanks so much for your prayers togther we have moved beyond the stalemate of 222