Archive for ‘Vagabond Mantras’

November 29, 2011

Vagabond Mantra by Mr. H

by Ashe Vagabond of the Vagabond Express

A submission by a fellow vagabond.


Plain like these clothes. You and I.
No more. No home. None the less. More so,
But when we fall!
Oh the glory — the vanity!
Cheers flow. Crowds crawl. Babies brawl!
Insanity — Pornography – Make war!
— watching us fall.
At the edge of one day,
we will go back, and vanish no more
but where?
— Robert!
Maybe not willingly.
Sad. Broken. Nevertheless.
In tears. In plain. And perhaps,
in Vain?
Vagabond, you and I
We will find
-a- home
one day.



November 23, 2011

Vagabond Mantras by Ashe Vagabond

by Ashe Vagabond of the Vagabond Express


Lost, and I don’t care;

count the lies I believed

when I knew my way.


*  *  *


I was watching clouds open,

wide-mouthed and yawning.


*  *  *


At the end of the journey

of my life,

I found myself

where I had begun.


November 22, 2011

Vagabond Mantras by Yunus Emre & Rumi

by Ashe Vagabond of the Vagabond Express


There is a desert.

I long to be walking,

a wide emptiness,

peace beyond any understanding of it.



I have no religion;

My religion is love.

I have no nation;

My nation is humanity.



Out beyond ideas of

wrongdoing and rightdoing,

there is a field.

I’ll meet you there.




1. The second poem is a fairly unknown piece by Yunus Emre, a Turkish poet. 

2. Photo is Claude Monet “The Poppy Field”

June 6, 2011

And Miles to Go Before I Sleep

by Ashe Vagabond of the Vagabond Express

Welcome to The Vagabond Express.

As a vagabond myself, I dedicate this blog to world travelers looking for tips and ideas regarding how to set yourself free and live life to the fullest.

I’ll be posting about travel, culture, language, study and work abroad, immigration, and inspiring or funny travel stories. Hopefully in the future there will be other writers providing content for The Vagabond Express Community. The goal is to share and help others hit the road successfully and discover the rewarding experience of global wandering.

To kick off this new site, I’d like to present a beautiful poem from one of my favorite poets. Here is Robert Frost with…

Stopping by in the Woods on a Snowy Evening



Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.