{"id":3477,"date":"2014-01-10T16:03:06","date_gmt":"2014-01-10T16:03:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/americanbuddhist\/?p=3477"},"modified":"2014-01-10T17:13:36","modified_gmt":"2014-01-10T17:13:36","slug":"traveller-a-guest-post-by-naga-r-dhoopati","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/americanbuddhist\/2014\/01\/traveller-a-guest-post-by-naga-r-dhoopati.html","title":{"rendered":"Traveller, a guest post by Naga R. Dhoopati"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<\/head>

You have been testing me, Life,
\nI do not know. Why me?
\nOf all the people,
\nOf all the things I went through,
\nYou keep throwing them at me,
\nand I keep overcoming them.
\nHurdles and hurdles\u2026.
\nAll people pass by me
\nAll chances pass by me
\nI am always behind in the race\u2026 I don\u2019t know why I have to race,
\nnor do I know if I possess the speed to catch up with the world\u2026.
\nfor now I am stagnant, resting on this rock
\nNothing here moves, nor any passers go by this route
\nI am not sure what I am awaiting, nor what I am searching for anymore.
\nI am here, just here,with the road, the dirt, the grass
\nAt night I gaze at the stars, on a draw of a breath,
\nI question the universe, for what may come,
\nfor the distance I have to travel, and, the paths I have to cross\u2026.<\/p>\n

\"Homeless<\/a>
Homeless man sleeping, Varanasi, 2010 (by Justin Whitaker)<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

~<\/p>\n