~ Poetry by me ~
Go
Go
You are on your way since your birth.
Go
Someone is waiting to meet you.
Who? Where?
You do not know yet.
Perhaps you yourself.
Go
Your steps will be your words,
The way your song, your weariness your prayer,
Your silence at last will speak to yourself.
Go
Even though your mind knows not
Where your feet lead your heart.
Go
You are born for the way,
The way of the pilgrim.
In the sanctuary at the end of the way,
In the sacred vé, the inmost of your heart
Are the Gods, your peace, your joy.
Go
The Gods are walking with you.
Adapted from the inscription of the church "Ermita de Sant Honorat Lloc de Pregaria", Mallorca/Spain
© for translation and adaption 2006 Michaela
Macha
- This poem is in the
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