Ancient Traveler Observing Himself A poem by S. David Even now, Looking as ancient As I do, I am not Through. My journey to Completion Is barely begun. My past lives run Through this one And on And yet Each one is And contains Its own completion and each rebirth Contains The seed of A fated Meeting, A fated communion, a fated completion and each release Brings my shell Back again into The soil from Which it sprang. ©S. David 2003

Through scrolls of past and future lives,
The traveler contemplates.
Released from ancient soil,
He journeys to completion.

"Ancient Traveler Observing Himself" - Painting Sold