William Garza
Veteran Member
- Time of past OR future Camino
- Camino Frances, The Jakobsweg
Because someday
We may not be able to remember that we have walked
That
We werr young and old and full of life and vigor and...desires
Someday they will pass..these times of desire..
And cold will be the hearthfires of the imagination
No.. instigation of rambunctious rogue wild hares to tramp and see whats around the bend...
No desire to see around the river bend
To put ones feet in strange clear waters
Cooling the soul
We may
Forget..
To be lost in some long and far away place
Where we danced and laughed and loved with the abandon of those whose time,horizons and possibility was endless
To be be looked at with pity
Sadness
Or scorn
For having outlived our time
Our
Usefulness
Taken from us keys to freedoms we once had
For our own good
Locked away
Out from sight
Out of mind they say.
But we were young
And traveled roads unsung
Lost
And found among ourselves
We the folk of the Way.
Pity the man who has not escaped the comfort zone into the wild lands of his imagination
Those nations..strange and new to find that he is born anew in this far off Jerusalem
To have drank wine among fellow convicts of the world at large..those wardens of good beget..who only know cities limits cast
"Those" eyes..ohh..i see...
Lest we forget we were young
They may forget we were.
Traveler
Pilgrim
Human
Go out onto the Ways so that you may not fade quietly into the grey
But be remembered every time a glass meets another
And laughter rings out of the darkness
Welcoming those who know
Off you go Pilgrim!
We may not be able to remember that we have walked
That
We werr young and old and full of life and vigor and...desires
Someday they will pass..these times of desire..
And cold will be the hearthfires of the imagination
No.. instigation of rambunctious rogue wild hares to tramp and see whats around the bend...
No desire to see around the river bend
To put ones feet in strange clear waters
Cooling the soul
We may
Forget..
To be lost in some long and far away place
Where we danced and laughed and loved with the abandon of those whose time,horizons and possibility was endless
To be be looked at with pity
Sadness
Or scorn
For having outlived our time
Our
Usefulness
Taken from us keys to freedoms we once had
For our own good
Locked away
Out from sight
Out of mind they say.
But we were young
And traveled roads unsung
Lost
And found among ourselves
We the folk of the Way.
Pity the man who has not escaped the comfort zone into the wild lands of his imagination
Those nations..strange and new to find that he is born anew in this far off Jerusalem
To have drank wine among fellow convicts of the world at large..those wardens of good beget..who only know cities limits cast
"Those" eyes..ohh..i see...
Lest we forget we were young
They may forget we were.
Traveler
Pilgrim
Human
Go out onto the Ways so that you may not fade quietly into the grey
But be remembered every time a glass meets another
And laughter rings out of the darkness
Welcoming those who know
Off you go Pilgrim!