Posted: April 18, 2014 in Uncategorized

Silently, snaking their way up the hills; a grueling climb, then stopping for breath they trudged on. Was the Promised Land up ahead?
Few died on the way to the pinnacle; few were maimed and truth be told none made it to the top. With the sun on their backs, breaking a sweat, in silence, along the way they found their reasons for undertaking the journey.
Shamans, oracles, priests,ordinary mortals and saints jostled for space and they missed the beauty and freedom of creatures roaming free on land along their path.
Whither wisdom, love and fragrance? Guarding it and keeping enshrined, worshiping idols.
They didn’t notice the Promised Land lie at the foothills, which they left behind in their quest for eternity and salvation.
Procession of Pilgrims…



Comments are closed.