December 28^th, 2025

While everyone else
Is so busy striving,
The lone traveler
Is at ease by himself.

He’s been living outside of convention
For a long time now;
In his pouch there is nothing at all.

When he walks,
He takes a cane for a companion;
When he talks,
He has the rocks for an audience.

If you ask him what his religion is,
When hungry it’s a bowl of rice.