the Gypsy’s Pilgrimage

The Gypsy had met many people on the road leading to her yet unknown destination. Each person gave of themselves. Each person added to the Gypsy’s limited knowledge of the world outside of her own original comfort zone. Each person added to the knowledge base she longed to fill. Her spiritual base was getting plump with awe and her eyes opening to the Universe she sought to understand. The Pilgrimage was a necessary step on that road to comprehension.

She donned her white robe, veiled her eyes and took part in the wonderment of it all. Her enlightenment awaited. The Gypsy knew the power of throngs and it was with nervous anticipation and excitement that she undertook this part of her journey.

The Pilgrimage

The desert sands are blowing

Wind so dry and soft

Feels as though the truth

Is in the air; aloft.

For all of us to listen

With silence and in awe

Multitudes of pilgrims

Reminded of their flaws.

Shrouded now as all the rest

Seeking, searching, walking blessed

To realize with certainty

We are His honoured guests.

Left at the fork

We take our leave

From others heading right.

Superiority is our guidance

Knowing what we seek

Will endure from now

Until eternity; leaving

Non-believers weak.

Circles in the desert sand

Are not a common thing

Murmurs start up slowly

With love and light; anticipating…

All the books of preaching

Cannot replace this quest.

Words are but a guideline

It’s heart and soul that

Say it best.

So to heart and soul of all mankind

We succumb and give our energy;

A group of us believers

 (In) one God is all we see.

Returning from this sacred place

There walks a different group

One who holds the secret deep inside

Who knows the answers too.

Who travelled far and sacrificed

To generate the power

Of spirituality so strong

It has not a single name

Instead it has one hundred.

Encompassing all holiness

All writings by the verse

It’s God above

Who walks with us

Humans here on earth.

Taking in the universe and

Working with all might

True beings seeking wisdom

Letting in his light.

Spreading hereon forward

The gifts they have to share

In solitude and masses

Contentment in the air.

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“I love you when you bow in your mosque, kneel in your temple, pray in your church. For you and I are sons of one religion, and it is the spirit. ”
Khalil Gibran

 Meaning of Namaste: “I honor the place in you in which the entire universe dwells. I honor the place in you, which is of love, of truth, of light and of peace. When you are in that place in you, and I am in that place in me, we are one.”

“Help me never to judge another until I have walked a mile in his moccasins.”

From my book 5 Pillars of the Gypsy available HERE via the Book Butler 

Lesley – Rose coloured glasses suit my face. Forcing the look in. 

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