If you have not experienced something, then for you it is not real. – Kabir
Traveler, there is no path
paths are made by walking.
– Antonio Machado
Something ancient and holy was unfolding all around me. It was what the wandering pilgrim-poet Basho called ‘a glimpse of the underglimmer,’ an experience of the deeply real that lurks everywhere beneath centuries of stereotypes and false images that prevent us from truly seeing other people, other places, other times.
– ‘The Art of Pilgrimage’
Admit that once you have got up
from your chair and opened the door
once you have walked out into the clean air
toward that edge and taken the path up high
beyond the ordinary, you have become
the privileged and the pilgrim,
the one who will tell the story
and the one, coming back
from the mountain,
who helped to make it.
– ‘Admit,’ David Whyte
Geese appear high over us,
pass, and the sky closes. Abandon,
as in love or sleep, holds
them to their way, clear
in the ancient faith: what we need
is here. And we pray, not
for new earth or heaven, but to be
quiet in heart, and in eye
clear. What we need is here.