Pilgrimage in Flames

They have come across deserts
through walls of thorn and over floods.
They have walked in fire and moonlight.
They have feasted and suffered cold,
slept, prayed all night, danced,
wandered, and traveled well-marked paths.
They have arrived and are still coming.
They are wise. They are in search of wisdom.
They sing. The sand under their feet
sings. The wind honors their sweating brows
and the sea repeats their tune: always a pilgrim
itself, searching its own margins
for truth.

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