Some Thoughts of Trip Riders


In search of truth, people travel to places of which they never knew before,
A few of them return back with partial attainment, a few others simply give up,
but the chosen ones keep moving ahead, they move so far from where looking anywhere else will take them further ahead.


Most of us follow the path we are told to, a few preach what they could never understand, but for some journey of life is their meaning of life.


For that meaning, people read books, do strange things, go to mountains, dip in rivers, ring bells, bow their heads.
yet the chosen ones never make cross or sacrifice animals, they might not be that versed but they know the meaning of inner peace, peace for which others fight.


We try to associate it with the name of God, God - a stone or an animal or a book or some invisible man in sky,
but those who let their soul meet their mind cannot think of a better god,
for them everything else is non existent.