The physical journey that I traverse
is the journey of the soul,
transport of the self from a fatherland
to a country collected by sight and mind.
The knowledge the sweats from it
is estranger's experience,
from one who had learnt to see, reflect
and choose between
the challenging actualities.
Its true I have growled at my mother and
but only after having told them my predicament
that they have never brought to consideration
the wife that i began to love in my loneliness,
in the country that alienated me,
they enveloped in their pre-judgement.
I have not entirely returned, I know,
having been changed by time and place.
Coarsed by problems
Estranged by absence.
I have brought myself home,
seasoned by faith.
Broadened by land and language,
I am no longer afraid of the oceans
of the difeerences between people,
no longer easily snared
no words of ideas.
The journey was a loyal teacher,
who was never tardy
in explaning cultures and variousness.
Look i am just like you.
sensitive to what
I believe is good,
and more ready to understand
than my brothers.
The contents of these boats are yours too,
because I have returned.
Travel makes me
a seeker who does not take
what is given without sincerity
or that which demands payment from
The years at sea and in coastal state
have thought me to choose,
to accept only those tested by
or that which matches the roads of my
which returns me to my village
and its comppleteness.
the ways of the rude,
to hold actuality in a new logic,
debate with hard and loud facts.
But I too
have humanity, respecting
man and life.
I am not a new man,
not very different
the people and cities
of coastal ports
thought me not to brood
over a foreign world,
or fear possibilities.
I am you,
freed from the village,
its soils and ways,
I have found myself.
The Travel Journals of Si Tenggang II Muhammad Haji Salleh 1979.