William Garza
Veteran Member
- Time of past OR future Camino
- Camino Frances, The Jakobsweg
What complicated people we are
We carry all our lives around in our heads
No wonder they bow when we grow tired.
Wrapped we are... in pride and prejudice to keep the rain at bay that who we are is hidden beneath what we are
Human.
I left something in your eye
It made a blink or two
A memory perhaps of days wrapped in other lights.
I
Left something in your eye
A year or two perhaps...
What is on the surface appeares the superficial to the stranger passing by
Like waters in timeworn stream
Little circles a riffle and mahap..a ripple,
What lies below
What makes man tick
Tock...
Talk...
Are the stones we can't see
Stories and stops along the way
Stones-
motivations for the way they are...causing powerful currents below that effect the journey on the Way.
And all the stones before
And all the stones after that follow our meeting are only a momentary story of what was..as in passing?
It becomes the past.
Then the circles around caught by the current..either we are pulled toward the center of things to understand
Or flung away into the rush
How deep the waters
How deep the understanding determines a flow.
We are friends
We are strangers
We are....
Flowing
Join you in the river of stars and let the currents take you
Off you go Pilgrim!
We carry all our lives around in our heads
No wonder they bow when we grow tired.
Wrapped we are... in pride and prejudice to keep the rain at bay that who we are is hidden beneath what we are
Human.
I left something in your eye
It made a blink or two
A memory perhaps of days wrapped in other lights.
I
Left something in your eye
A year or two perhaps...
What is on the surface appeares the superficial to the stranger passing by
Like waters in timeworn stream
Little circles a riffle and mahap..a ripple,
What lies below
What makes man tick
Tock...
Talk...
Are the stones we can't see
Stories and stops along the way
Stones-
motivations for the way they are...causing powerful currents below that effect the journey on the Way.
And all the stones before
And all the stones after that follow our meeting are only a momentary story of what was..as in passing?
It becomes the past.
Then the circles around caught by the current..either we are pulled toward the center of things to understand
Or flung away into the rush
How deep the waters
How deep the understanding determines a flow.
We are friends
We are strangers
We are....
Flowing
Join you in the river of stars and let the currents take you
Off you go Pilgrim!