I am the Wayfarer. Welcome. Cease the music, for it is the music of the soul that I wish to hear. And it is the music of your smile I wish to see. You are free as butterfly, so come walk with me. Come out of your sleep and be awake to the wonder of alive. And it doesn’t matter whether you have millions, for all you carry is yourself. For even the woes must be left behind. Detachment is the key. You have had the teachings of many: a scholar, a priest, magician and shaman. Have you looked in the mirror? For you are all these things. I come to tell you to attach to the wholeness of who you are and you are more than body. And you are more than soul. For you are the very air you breathe. Do not allow the illusion of skin and tissue to lead you down the garden path. Come, and we will leave this temple and wander the world singing. I step aside for another who comes to talk and answer all your questions.
Buddha Rye, NY 1999