Mr. Altig’s Overview of the Wonderful Dharma of the Lotus Sutra

“The Traveler’s Blues” is a soulful Blues Folk song inspired by an ancient analogy from Chapter 7 of the Lotus Sutra. It tells the story of a traveler carrying dust across a thousand worlds, each representing the endless cycles of time and the search for enlightenment. The song blends cosmic imagery with earthy, acoustic melodies, exploring themes of spiritual awakening, impermanence, and the boundless nature of wisdom. Let this reflective journey through time and space resonate with your own path toward deeper understanding.

Join the cosmic journey in “The Traveler’s Blues”—a Blues Folk song about timeless paths, deep wisdom, and awakening across worlds.

The William Altig Choir: A collection of amazingly talented singers with musical accompaniment, brought to life through the cutting-edge technology of Suno AI language models.

[Verse 1]  

I’m a traveler, been walkin’ so long,  

Carryin’ dust, singin’ time’s old song.  

Every step, I take that grain,  

A thousand worlds, through joy and pain.

[Chorus]  

Oh, I’ve been movin’, through the skies so wide,  

Countin’ dust, watchin’ time collide.  

Ain’t no end, to the roads I roam,  

But every mile brings me closer home.

[Verse 2]  

The first world bloomed, with colors so bright,  

But I left my dust and slipped into the night.  

Met a man, cloaked in starry light,  

Said, “You carry time, not just the dust you fight.”

[Chorus]  

Oh, I’ve been movin’, through the skies so wide,  

Countin’ dust, watchin’ time collide.  

Ain’t no end, to the roads I roam,  

But every mile brings me closer home.

[Verse 3]  

Saw the world fall, to silence and stone,  

Mountains crumbled, and I walked alone.  

An old voice called, from deep in the earth,  

Said, “That dust you carry holds the weight of birth.”

[Chorus]  

Oh, I’ve been movin’, through the skies so wide,  

Countin’ dust, watchin’ time collide.  

Ain’t no end, to the roads I roam,  

But every mile brings me closer home.

[Bridge]  

Through cycles of life, and ages gone by,  

The dust in my hand, it taught me why.  

The roads may be long, but every grain,  

Holds the key to breakin’ life’s old chain.

[Instrumental]

[Verse 4]  

Met a Buddha at the edge of the sky,  

He smiled and said, “Ain’t no need to cry.”  

“You’ve carried the dust, you’ve seen the truth,  

Time don’t own you, now here’s the proof.”

[Chorus]  

Oh, I’ve been movin’, through the skies so wide,  

Countin’ dust, watchin’ time collide.  

Ain’t no end, to the roads I roam,  

But every mile brings me closer home.

[Outro]  

Now I’m one with the dust, one with the breeze,  

Travelin’ on, with an easy peace.  

Ain’t no end to the journey I choose,  

But I found my way through the traveler’s blues.