pilgrim

outside the gate she

lies, her pilgrimage complete, no hurry, no

push to enter –

just waiting for the invitation,

to run wild through the

brambles and felled stones,

picking up the scent,

following the trail to my

mind,

sitting by my side,

united at last.


she waits slow

she waits steady

our breaths becoming one

mind and soul align


i listen to her tales,

imagined becoming real and

i settle, peace saturating

my bones.

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