The Pilgrimage

The mountain rose above the desert. It’s peaks shrouded in moonlit sky

The vast expanse of space

A sacred container

Holding a star studded universe Each a beacon enticing our journey back home

To Singularity.

We gather

Weave through the bureaucracy

Of a flimsy humanity

Striving for domination.

I set off warily.

My inner journey to the portal of death

Has wasted my muscles.

But re-birthed a fortitude

Calmed my agitated mind.

And incubated a clarity

That cleared the fog of the past.

The mountain speaks.

Walk! Warrior. It calls.

No easy stroll to freedom for you.

This is your test of faith.

The ascent is brisk.

Midway we pause for sweetened tea.

Onwards and upwards

We continue

Sharing the darkened path with

Guides. Fellow travelers. Camels.

My lungs

Damaged in my youth

Bursting at every step.

Stumbling

Over the rocky steps.

With intensity of concentration

I know I have to rewire my thoughts.

A mantra

To transcend the fatigue.

Om Namah Shivaya.

One step for Mandela.

One step for Nyerere

Two of our Founding Fathers.

Poli Poli.

One step at a time.

The mountain speaks again

Admidst the human litter.

It speaks.

Until all places are sacred

You will live in a desecrated world.

Cleanse your detritus.

Within. Without.

Two thousand metres.

Seven hundred and thirty steps remain.

My energy has returned.

I feel a shift in consciousness.

The summit inviting.

Hushed in the morning mist

As a Great Mystery unbossoms.

As the conch summons

The Mayan Spirits.

And the Maori healer weaves

Whirling in the sapience

Of the Ancients.

The rising sun peeks above the horizon.

Heralding the nectar of Life.

I carry the sacred water of Kailash

Together we chant the Sanscrit prayers of ancestors.

That rouses the Shavite energy

Of the creative destruction

Prophesying the New Beginning.

Rebirthing our Humanity.

The gift of Love of the Great Mother.

As Mount Sinai divulges

It’s Absolute Truth.

A self-sustaining regenerative

Organism of Life.

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