Pilgrim Path

This blog is the work of a seeker and poet. Walking stick in hand, I head out into the world, not of the world, but in the world. My words and my friends carry me along and light the pilgrim path of spiritual journeys.

Thursday, September 27, 2007


Paper thin, pale skin begins
to crepe like dry moth wings -
unable to carry any longer
the heavy loads
of heartbeat and breathe.

Clouded eyes blink and struggle
to focus for a minute -
a sharp exhale rushes out
and meets the shaky rise
from a large armchair.

Feet shuffle across a bare
wooden floor, making their way
along a familiar path
to lay this broken body down
and rest in a soft pine needle nest.


At last.


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