The clarity of being

We journey through a land
And to a land
Distant yet close,
Through an uncertain reality
To the clarity of being.
Through time and space
To no time and infinity of space;
Where the soul can fly
But the heart longs to be close
To the Beloved.

Here we tread the pilgrim’s path.
Oft through barren lands
And sometimes fields of gold.
Here we catch glimpses of reality;
Here we toil and struggle
To keep sight of the path less trodden.
Yet we walk always with a Companion,
Always beside a stream of water:
Vibrant and living
Never ebbing, always flowing
From and to
Our destiny.

Pilgrimage
It’s what we were made for
It’s what we do best
It’s why we were made.

May 2009

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