William Garza
Veteran Member
- Time of past OR future Camino
- Camino Frances, The Jakobsweg
You feel the calling
All you motes of a greater light
And He is calling to his own to return to the source.
We are all part if a greater light..but little motes here and there floating in the aether.
Pagan,unbeliever and pathetique we are drawn toward something.
We ARE different..part of the world and yet..Apart from it
And its ok. Drawn from the mortal coil to seek out the sound, the color and thirst for knowledge of the question why.
Maybe we will find...an..answer...
Not nessesarily "the" answer along the Way
Maybe we are little,lost prayers lost in translation along the way
Maybe we are simply bags full of burdens who need to tear open as we find our way
Mahap empty
Stormy days who need to rain and shed the turmoil until the storms are over.
Whatever we are we are akways human and full of things inside.
Gravitational forces...tidal urges and celestial moths rounding around a flame
Fireflies in the nite...
We may be returning to the center without knowing the cause..mearely an effect.
Pilgrim or not
The sweet pain of knowing the call..hearing distance lips and knowing the words
And then one day?
We become....
I see you and wonder what you will find when you clean the looking glass.
And whether after you will still hear the calling.
Pilgrim
Your time will come when it comes
Have patience, work hard and be faithfull to the gentle tug on the strings of your life.
All you motes of a greater light
And He is calling to his own to return to the source.
We are all part if a greater light..but little motes here and there floating in the aether.
Pagan,unbeliever and pathetique we are drawn toward something.
We ARE different..part of the world and yet..Apart from it
And its ok. Drawn from the mortal coil to seek out the sound, the color and thirst for knowledge of the question why.
Maybe we will find...an..answer...
Not nessesarily "the" answer along the Way
Maybe we are little,lost prayers lost in translation along the way
Maybe we are simply bags full of burdens who need to tear open as we find our way
Mahap empty
Stormy days who need to rain and shed the turmoil until the storms are over.
Whatever we are we are akways human and full of things inside.
Gravitational forces...tidal urges and celestial moths rounding around a flame
Fireflies in the nite...
We may be returning to the center without knowing the cause..mearely an effect.
Pilgrim or not
The sweet pain of knowing the call..hearing distance lips and knowing the words
And then one day?
We become....
I see you and wonder what you will find when you clean the looking glass.
And whether after you will still hear the calling.
Pilgrim
Your time will come when it comes
Have patience, work hard and be faithfull to the gentle tug on the strings of your life.
