Traveler, you are welcome. Enter my world;
an inviting, open, and ever changing inner landscape,
leading me on to more than blind repetition of an outwardly perceived
human condition.

There is an exterior discipline I project that may condemn me,
and an interior discipline that frees me completely.
Traveler, you help me define these limits.

Where is my real boundary?
Is it the edge of my manicured lawn,
my state, country, world, or expanding universe?

Is it evident in the tip of my talking tongue,
the end of my typing fingers,
the slant of my mouth, ears and eyes?

Traveler, neighbor, you are welcome here.
Come, let us both find our way home, as students in the presence
of both natural and chosen holy vessels who ultimately define ourselves.