I have been away from home for some years. As I traveled away I lost the gods on the wayside. But I have always carried the home within.
One day I came home when on the way. I heard Ludwig sing of his joy. I am sure the tramping gods heard his joy too. I do not see them often anymore. But the thought binds me to them. Ludwig was deaf and he did hear his own song. Not as you and I will hear it. But I know the song was where he came home. He arrived there through aloneness and silence. Perhaps, all of us must do so. But if we cannot it is because we speak too much clamor.
The squirrels run up and down the tree trunks. They are a busy lot. I hope the rains arrive soon. There was a time when I did not like the rains much. Nor did I like the winter. But, then I was at home. I wonder where the squirrels go when the rains arrive. They are vermin. Not too many know this. But it does not matter. They are charming vermin. They are merry animals I am fond of. But where is it that they live?
Many trees are blossoming on the campus. But I do not see the peacocks. The campus is putting on a lot of new concrete. Something is always being raised. Or something is being mended. Sometimes things are also torn down.
Amid many things I wander about. Sometimes I cycle a little too much and my legs ache. All roads on this campus come home to where they started from. I have come to feel that we all come home. Only some of us must wade across aloneness and silence.
One day I came home when on the way. I heard Ludwig sing of his joy. I am sure the tramping gods heard his joy too. I do not see them often anymore. But the thought binds me to them. Ludwig was deaf and he did hear his own song. Not as you and I will hear it. But I know the song was where he came home. He arrived there through aloneness and silence. Perhaps, all of us must do so. But if we cannot it is because we speak too much clamor.
The squirrels run up and down the tree trunks. They are a busy lot. I hope the rains arrive soon. There was a time when I did not like the rains much. Nor did I like the winter. But, then I was at home. I wonder where the squirrels go when the rains arrive. They are vermin. Not too many know this. But it does not matter. They are charming vermin. They are merry animals I am fond of. But where is it that they live?
Many trees are blossoming on the campus. But I do not see the peacocks. The campus is putting on a lot of new concrete. Something is always being raised. Or something is being mended. Sometimes things are also torn down.
Amid many things I wander about. Sometimes I cycle a little too much and my legs ache. All roads on this campus come home to where they started from. I have come to feel that we all come home. Only some of us must wade across aloneness and silence.
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