I am a traveler.
Traveling through this life,
That which lies between birth and death.
I walk between the conscious and subconscious mind.
Between dream and reality.
Between you and I.
From time to time,
I stop by this meadow to unload my baggages,
to rest my feet,
and to gather my thoughts.
My tears are the rain that waters the plants.
My soul is the sun that provides energy and warmth.
My voice is the wind that invites the grass to dance.
And your footsteps cultivate the soil.
Take a walk in this meadow.
Where light and shadow meet,
Where curiosity is the seed of flowers,
Where I find rest at the end of the day.
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