Walk with them,
the pilgrims,
let your feet imagine
their feet moving
mindfully along some
country road. Where?
Wherever pilgrims go–
the going is what matters,
not the goal.

When you get there
in mind or body
you will have been changed.
Subtly, deeply, no one
will notice for a while,
not even you. You still
will speak English or whatever,
still choose coffee over tea,
still swoon at Beethoven.
But something softly slyly
will be differing in you,
day by day. Something
like happiness. Something
a little closer to truth.

31 October 2022