Climbing on the mountain trail Slipping feet on treacherous shale Chilling in the morning air Other pilgrims passing there, Left his family long before Searching heaven’s open door With his begging bowl in hand Over rivers, burning sand. Saffron robe sways in the breeze Whispers prayers his god to please, Glances toward those distant hills Sparkling snow and wind that chills. Ashram* hiding out of … Continue reading Pilgrim