Pilgrimage - a Poem by Jonathan Young Pilgrimage by Jonathan Young Seeking restoration you hike to where fresh water flows through granite walls and ease a doubting spirit into mild currents under smooth rock ramparts carved by constant streams. There is healing here in this natural cathedral where wildness makes the music of a thousand choirs. The deep stone gorge cradles like some ancient deity offering silent sureness and guidance to the energy of the moment.
Important troubles slip away.
Insistence of movement is the essence here. All parts of this place have one purpose to become channel and pulsing. Every surge is different every instant unique each season its own event and yet here something is always the same something quieting. You float in a small pool dust washing from spent feet. Other seekers cannot distract from this solitary communion.