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Pilgrimage

The Mag 188
Photo by Mark Haley
Duty bounds all men with a rope
That pierce the flesh and plants
The seeds of labor. At the end
Of it all what we see is a light
That spots the faint dis-beliefs
We had in ourselves. The glory
Of life is when the light fails
To capture even the smallest
Prowess of dusty grooves in
Our limitless soul. A path to
Salvation is a walk we make
All by ourselves, without the
Pride that carried us around,
Without the happiness which
We hunted down, without the
Momentary discomforts that
We regret all along. A walk to
Meet the savior of all human
Souls, and the conqueror of all
Worlds which exist within us.

Comments

  1. Natašek29 September 2013 at 09:06

    Amazing. Love it.

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  2. Tess Kincaid29 September 2013 at 09:42

    Beautiful, thoughtful piece...

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  3. Laurie Kolp29 September 2013 at 10:57

    Yes, an amazing walk.

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  4. Kathe W.29 September 2013 at 11:39

    profound piece

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  5. Kay29 September 2013 at 12:50

    i love the thought of all the worlds that exist within us....x

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  6. brenda w29 September 2013 at 18:10

    To our fount of words, let it never run dry.

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  7. Vandana Sharma30 September 2013 at 02:43

    Soul full and very true

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  8. Silent Otto 30 September 2013 at 03:26

    I just jumped straight in this mystic stream and let it take me over the falls.....thanks Jinksy

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  9. Unknown30 September 2013 at 11:19

    I love the title and the imagery. It's a wonderful poem!

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  10. Kristen Haskell30 September 2013 at 15:35

    I am right there with this piece. Love it.

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  11. Lucy Westenra30 September 2013 at 22:59

    Very worthwhile thoughts here.

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  12. hyperCRYPTICal1 October 2013 at 10:09

    Beautiful write.
    Anna :o]

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  13. Susan Anderson2 October 2013 at 13:26

    Looks like this photo took both of us to the same place.
    I like your poem.

    =)

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