Traveller now you can stop counting how many shelters that fell homes that were not yours hands that pushed. Feel no shame traveller for your journey (which continues) for the dark hollows you have known for the burning temples you ignited for all the dances and despairs. Look back and see your mark upon the world traveller the precious world has transformed under your feet your touch your tear under your song. Now traveller take hands with your companion find the broken place and crack it open let whatever pours out spill let it lie that old vessel has done its job held you so long praise it and bury it with love soaked by the elixir it contained. Now you are held and you are singular like Gibran's tree you the cypress, me the oak your mysteries are forever yours as are mine. Look traveller at the collection of old broken vessels at our feet their rich water feeding our roots watch as a new vessel grows see the horizon calls.