Poetry by Tracy Marks

Kokari

copyright 1976 by Tracy Marks


Traveling through the remote islands of Greece, I discover fewer and fewer people with whom I share a common ground. "Oh, but the sunlight on Kokari," I begin, and stop, unable to experience the joy of shared memories. For to the other person, Kokari is only a word, a name on a map.

Likewise I find periods of dazzling illuminations in my inner wanderings – new insights, images, unexpected connections which lead me closer to the wholeness of understanding i am seeking. But the further I go, the more alone I am; the fewer people I find who have made journeys as far into themselves, who have followed the same itinerary, who have blazed with the same interior fires.

I experience much loneliness in being an inner traveler. The more lands I explore, the more companions I lose along the way. This is the price I pay for my wanderings.





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