The WandererWhat is she like?I was told—she is amelancholy soul.She is likethe sun to the night;a momentary gold.A star when dimmedby dawning light;the flicker ofa candle blown.A lonely kitelost in flight—someone oncehad flown.

I truly love you, Ian. With my whole soul, I love you.” – Wanda”I truly love you, too, my Wanderer.” – Ian O’ Shea

The Wanderer will stop when they recognize the activities of the mind and refuse to follow it any longer. The Wanderer realizes that with the help of the mind they will not be able to...

I know where nowhere is, I know where nowhere leads, it’s the place you go when you have nothing left to lose but you.

Whenever you go on a trip to visit foreign lands or distant places, remember that they are all someone’s home and backyard.

In the course of our journey leading to Consciousness, our objective should not be creating a positive character, and thus a pleasant scenario, but finding the Existence behind every scenario.

Surely there were others like me, born without an inkling of direction. The wanderers, the amblers, the dabblers, united by our purposeless mantra-I have no idea what to do with my life.

They miss the whisper that runsany day in your mind,”Who are you really, wanderer?”–and the answer you have to giveno matter how dark and coldthe world around you is:”Maybe I’m a king.

We are therefore constantly on the road, straying from one mental image to the next, and identify with these images, and derive our identity from the images.

She was a free bird: queen of the world and laughing.

Obedient to no man, dependent only on weather and season, without a goal before them or a roof above them, owning nothing, open to every whim of fate, the homeless wanderers lead their childlike, brave,...

The Wanderer in every moment spent awake faces two alternatives: a choice is to be made between the ambitions stretching between past and future, or the quiet, simplicity, purity and emptiness, full of vibrating life,...

I was forced to wander, having no one, forced by my nature to keep wandering because wandering was the only thing that I believed in, and the only thing that believed in me.

I was running and deliberately lost my way. The world far off and nothing but my breath and the very next step and it’s like hypnosis. The feeling of conquering my own aliveness with no...

The Wanderer then leaves behind the spiritual seeker, with all the accumulated knowledge and lofty spiritual experience, and takes the first step on the Journey.

Without knowing why or how, I found myself in love with this strange Wanderess. Maybe I was just in love with the dream she was selling me: a life of destiny and fate; as my...

I am a free soul, singing my heart out by myself no matter where I go and I call strangers my friends because I learn things and find ways to fit them into my own...

You must make the Journey along the road, nobody is able to do it for you!

Visions from the gods are gifts alone for those who wander.

People keep asking what I do for a living and I keep saying that I don’t believe in making a living. That it’s a concept that has been twisted. I tell them I believe in...

I had some terrific experiences in the wilderness since I wrote you last – overpowering, overwhelming,” he gushed to his friend Cornel Tengel. “But since then I am always being overwhelmed. I require it to...

I told her about the best and the worst. The slow and sleepy places where weekdays rolled past like weekends and Mondays didn’t matter. Battered shacks perched on cliffs overlooking the endless, rumpled sea. Afternoons...

I am a worried person with a stressed out soul, living a simple life with no capital.

Se nu er jeg borte fra byens larm ogtrængsel og aviser og mennesker, jeg erflygtet fra det altsammen fordi det igjenkaldte på mig fra landet og ensomhetenhvor jeg er fra. Du skal se det kommertil...

The good citizen when he opens his door in the evening must be banker, golfer, husband, father; not a nomad wandering the desert, a mystic staring at the sky, a debauchee in the slums of...

I can’t change the world, I can only change how I choose to live in it.

Whenever there is love beyond boundaries …. Whenever trust flows deeper than oceans …. Nevertheless, a Trial is born …. You pass that trial, sacred you shall be …. if you don’t, your are immortal...

Through all his years of roving, even on nights like this, he had remained blind to the beauty of the sea, and now his feeling toward it had settled into weary hatred. He knew its...

It’s just as hard to go back to a place you once left, as it is to leave it again.

Nothing stays forever, nobody does rather. All the things, people will leave you one fine day and you’ll be a wanderer in solitude again. You’ll moan again silently through the process of decaying. All your...

I wanted the monster back and that was plainly wrong.

I’ll never stop wandering. And when the time comes to die, I’ll find the wildest, loneliest, most desolate spot there is.