We are all travelers,
sent to the world to awaken others.
But once we arrived,
we forgot who we were...
and why we came.
They gave us names,
languages, borders, and gods.
They wrapped us in comfort,
and called the cage “freedom.”
And in that sleep... we stayed.
Great ones walked before us.
Messengers, not masters.
They came to wake us —
to stir the soul’s ember.
But the system made them history,
and buried their words in silence.
Now...
it is time.
Time to wake from the long sleep.
To silence the noise.
To remember what was forgotten.
And to return to the Source —
not with fear...
but with flame.
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Author:
Ezekiel Olayemi (
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- Comment from author about the poem: By... you — the one who remembered.
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Comments4
Excellent write
A wonderful story that speaks to me in metaphor and takes its place in myth as does all holy books Bible, Koran, Vedas, Bhagavasd-gita, Tao. Lovely
I prefer to let them sleep and travel alone !
A wonderful write, giving the reader much to think about, enjoyed the read
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