Eternal Pilgrim
Eternal Pilgrim
I feel life is a bit like a pilgrimage not really knowing where to. Many times I rebel and complain and so and so. Nature is a wonderful teacher, following its beautiful (not always peaceful in my eyes) journey.
Another day
another walk.
The path brings me to a stream
its waters murky
reminders of yesterday’s rain.
The current fast,
glistening in the sun
triumphant in the present sky.
The rapid flow
sings an old Celtic ballad:
a private concert.
Each drop an eternal pilgrim
from land to cloud
to rain to ground.
A continuous metamorphosis
loyal to its nature
on a splendid journey.
The water doesn’t question,
isn’t triggered,
never fights its calling.
The eternal pilgrim in me
is jealous.
8 June 2020
