William Garza
Veteran Member
- Time of past OR future Camino
- Camino Frances, The Jakobsweg
Seemingly a blink in the eyes of the universe...
Where the lives of sun,moon and aeons are breathless sighs..endless finite lives.
One blink and then goodbye milky way as she turns into Andromeda Regis a stellar collision among the others
5 billion years and and a new constant born.
All the Caminos in all the time of all the Galaxies..drops of sweat of a stalwart pilgrims brow
Bent under whatever burden bourn of pilgims immemorial
Walking alone beside each other
Sitting between us,yet furthest apart
Walking under..or is it over a river of stars bridged by some dusty road leading over the horizon.
Will there be a stellar Camino from headwater to the sea?
Will there be a human drive toward or from Santiago? That keening,incessant wind inside driving the sails of the soul homeward bound
Or
Will there be the inevitable entropy?the lassitude ,the mistake of man to let it go.
Cold fires in barren hearth for the one who has the spark in the soul has no gravity..
Remembering what was
Not to regret what could have been
To take the great breath in time
Become the meteoric pyre that makes the universe sigh
Musings of an old soul.
Where the lives of sun,moon and aeons are breathless sighs..endless finite lives.
One blink and then goodbye milky way as she turns into Andromeda Regis a stellar collision among the others
5 billion years and and a new constant born.
All the Caminos in all the time of all the Galaxies..drops of sweat of a stalwart pilgrims brow
Bent under whatever burden bourn of pilgims immemorial
Walking alone beside each other
Sitting between us,yet furthest apart
Walking under..or is it over a river of stars bridged by some dusty road leading over the horizon.
Will there be a stellar Camino from headwater to the sea?
Will there be a human drive toward or from Santiago? That keening,incessant wind inside driving the sails of the soul homeward bound
Or
Will there be the inevitable entropy?the lassitude ,the mistake of man to let it go.
Cold fires in barren hearth for the one who has the spark in the soul has no gravity..
Remembering what was
Not to regret what could have been
To take the great breath in time
Become the meteoric pyre that makes the universe sigh
Musings of an old soul.
