A poem about the reality of monastic paths.
(A photo of a rainbow passing through a lit-up cloud against a dark, overcast sky. Silhouetted trees are seen at the bottom of the image.) Credit: Photo by Dewang Gupta on Unsplash
Longing for Pilgrimage
Destination unknown, but there
In the distance, desired for
the holy site beckoning
Distractions and setbacks
glint in the distance
or waylay the trek
The sight of oak trees
with their messages of strength
and windy reminders of mutability
Everything in its own time,
like the ebb and flow of tides
a monk’s path is ever-winding
Doubt may cloud the sky
but rain isn’t a constant
and rainbows shine through
The heart travels on
the compass point swaying
but it remains ever-true
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