Ancient Whispers on the Open Road

Breathing in the Wisdom of Sacred Lands

Soul-filled days, and lingering nights
Strap yourself in, buckle up tight
Rambling fast, wandering slow
Sensory delights, wherever we go

Eight states awaiting, each yearning to play
Thirteen days—we’ll be on our way
National Parks, roadside stands
Flowing, meandering across sacred lands

Sometimes a heart needs to spread its wings
Forget about life and everyday things
Breathe. Savor. Repeat. ×10
Break free of patterns and remember when

Humans did not sit and stare at screens
But wandered, hunted, and loved in between
And life was not measured by wealth and things
But honored by treasures the Earth would bring

It seems we’ve slipped so far from grace
I ache for the future of the human race
Where power and money are intimate guides
To the daily rituals that feed our insides

I must retrace the trails my ancestors knew
Allow ancient whispers to guide me through
And breathe in their wisdom, cradle their pain
and savor the blessings that still remain

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