Compostela..

       Compostela..

I cry tears for Santiago,

for the weeping is not vain.

I cry tears for San Tiago,

in the light of love I gain.

Here a pilgrimage of ancients,

brought me to know a truth.

Walking across Meseta plain,

I recaptured the oil of my youth.

How many seasons I'd forgotten,

before I walked the way of saints.

How many seasons I'd forgiven,

to live free of a life that taints.

Go again to Saint James' rest,

be all you are and more.

Serve no more the infantile,

show convictions room and pain the door.

They came in droves to see,

a myriad of pilgrims in prayer.

They came in droves to be,

a brotherhood where souls can dare.

Ten thousand more, a million,

as stars set upon the sky.

The new millennium of the Milky Way,

bring a fresh tear into my eye.

Go follow thy heart in memory,

to prevail the walk of the few.

Go follow thy heart in mystery,

where so few had known of you.

Love is all I ask you for,

you have come my way before.

Stretched out across a star field,

see the faithful come once more.

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Thoughts taken from re-reading Paulo Coelho's 

'The Pilgrimage.'

Enjoy the Silence

Enjoy the Silence

Over mountains, valleys and streams,

A wave of people still come.

Of their dreams they seek hope,

This way shall recover loss.

Loss of belief,

Loss of desire,

Loss of the strength to go on.

And as they rise and shine,

The silence of the mornings,

Brings them into a tranquil place.

For here, many hearts beat again.

In the quietness of the journey,

Many souls are being saved.

As blisters heal, pains endured,

The challenge now becomes mental.

Can you outlast the nagging doubts,

That boredom shall bring upon?

But as sure as sun rising again,

The spiritual man,

Will enjoy the silence.

‘Walkers of the way of St James’.

Avenues

Avenues

This road is long,

Lined with trees of colour.

Colours to make you weep….

Leading far into the future,

A future of pleasing promises.

Where promises don’t come to nothing….

Broad lanes of discovery,

Leading me into a fiction.

Where everything becomes possible….

Behind only the cul-de-sac,

That shows no route of escape.

To where my spirit is free….

Watch me go now,

Come with me on this journey.

Friends, we can all be free….

What am I doing here ?

What am I doing here ?

As the realisations begin,

Nearly always I hold on to doubt,

About what I am doing here.

The seasons roll on bye,

Ever seeking, always bringing clues,

So why am I no clearer now ?

One might say I’m searching,

And of course it holds a truth,

Yet if so, when will come discovery ?

I’m not about to despair,

Or say I’ve not enjoyed the ride,

I only wish a new comprehension.

And when the journey’s over,

Will I know the wisdom I seek ?

Or will time have fled as well ?

Days of Solitude.

On the road ahead, one of my own choosing,
I know already, the way will be tougher than most.
Not just because of the rising landscapes to come,
But for the time alone, almost no-one to meet.

Of course passing through there will be people,
On whom I hope to share the days ahead, with.
But few will be walking alongside me to Santiago,
Other routes becoming popular, this road so quiet.

So I pray for help in the tranquility of solitude,
That I leave despair behind me, in Zamora.
I'm told of the beauty this walk will bring,
So will be in paradise, even if I'm alone.

IMAGINE

Wouldn't it be wonderful,
To wake each day to peace ?
No sounds of gunfire ringing,
Children laughing, not crying in fear.

Just because we are greedy,
By nature not wanting to share.
But here on this Camino,
Are we not seeing this love ?

Do we not feel its real power,
When we recieve such kindnesses ?
I for one know its truth,
For the 'way' has let me observe.

So please dear pilgrims, new friend,
Take home with you this Camino.
Share this experience of peace,
Imagine a world of peace and love.

( Your memory still lives as if you had only just left the room)

DONE TOO MUCH..

In the days leading up to the present,
I feel sure I exceeded a limit of normality.
But of course I know, nothing is ever, just normal,
It is an amount of all, that is greater or lesser.

Having persisted ´til now, means I failed to quit,
When a wiser man, surely, would have rest before now.
Desire overcomes the sense, and the will has a laugh,
When the body says "no!" and the mind pushes on.

Why do I continue, when I really should stop ?
Before the pain rises, and I cry from the blisters.
Because I dare say, I am filled with a hope,
That before the last mile, I will realise my dream.

Come home to the faith,
My sacrifices are valid,
In giving me release,
From the sins I commit...


The road to Santiago.

Waiting for my friend.

I know that you are, coming very soon indeed,
Your arrival though felt, has been told unto me.
Friends and aquaintances, have heralded your coming,
And now I wait patiently, for the hour.

I wonder, did I choose well, the place to encounter ?
As I sit by the bridge, over which I expect you.
And will you recognise the friendship we share ?
Feel the peace becoming, from the brotherhood united.

Many miles we toiled, to arrive in this place,
A welcome we favour, so thats why I`ve come.
To greet you with a smile, to lighten your burden,
And remind you I care, for you are my friend.


Justin.

LOSING MY RELIGION

I remember well the days in darkness,
Before I knew light through the opening door.
A life of servitude, to unseen tithes and laws,
Left me closed to life, before I found you.

It never entered, my consciousness that I,
Would one day realise, the weight of pressure,
That the old ways had laddened me down,
No rescue from burden, the weight of the world.

But here you loved, and cared that I see,
A new future of love, without fear from all.
Deep within your heart, you knew me so well,
And let me become, a light of the world.

MASTERS AND SERVANTS

Our pathway to life, is often a confusion,
As we deal with becoming open to feel,
Just which is our way and what is true.

We may discover love is the purest form,
Of sharing with others or we may forget,
As we struggle to carry, the burdens we hold.

So which are we, the teacher of love,
Or the servant of the fear we still carry ?
Be not affraid to ask of the Universal bank.

As we teach one another we also learn hope,
That escape from fear is our way ahead,
We become Masters of love, and Servants of everyone...



Oscar.

Five star Albergue.

Coming here, with tired, weary, aching feet,
is a reunion of spirit, when I see such comfort.
How can I possibly pay for suffering today,
In these lush green and quiet gardens ?
For sure, the many who travelled thusfar,
Will be at peace, now we have come.
Their efforts remembered in cloisters of silence.
To be part of this family, in who`s care,
We become as one, I pray with thanks.
Charity is forever shared when we recieve love.
The provisions laid down for others to follow,
Such kindly bretheren, of ´Santiagos way`.
Zafra has given much, to which we behold.
May their thoughtfulness, be our reminder now,
As we return honour, as a grateful pilgrim...

TIME FOR CHANGE

The way has taught just how we be,
A future for kindness for all to see.
Pilgrim brothers, sisters too are fighting so hard,
To make this true, our faith is our sword.

To open up the apathy, will be a loveless task,
But no more than, I`d give, I`d ask.
Determined is our way, to walk a brighter hope,
Share with our neighbours, the love that we are.

Come one and all, lets walk the truth,
And follow our hearts, to where we shine.
Upon the path of pilgrims bringing change,
Where lovelessness and selfishness,
Are sent where they belong.

CULDESAC

As you arrive, I see,
Your face drops, unexpectedly.
What did you really,
Hope to find here ?
Why were you so shocked,
To find nowhere to go ?

Before you came, at this time,
Hope of something spectacular,
Was in your minds eye.
And the reality of arriving,
Sold you a sorry blow.
The journey seemed wasted,
Nowhere more to go...

But have you really seen,
What brought you all here ?
And what was along the road,
The journey, was it clear ?
Lost somewhere the reason,
Just why you came this season...

For I have seen today,
My destination has been met.
Yet I will not be sad,
Nor will you hear me fret.

I travelled and saw,
The journey, as the reason.
The culdesac of life,
Did not commit me treason.!!!

WAY OF THE PEACEFUL WARRIOR

A stranger calls me, and I answer her,
Her voice carries hopes, upon the Scirocco winds.
Secret messages revealed only to me as I roam,
My quarry leaves her scent, I recognise it immediately.

Beautiful as the oasis, rising from the sands,
And as cooling now, the wind upon my face.
My heart beats steadily, perhaps a flutter or two,
In the sunset fading, comes my dusky siren.

Tired and weary, I rest upon soft linnen cushions,
Reclining ´neath starry skies, the battles won for today.
I know that tomorrow will bring fresh challenge,
And I will ready myself, relaxing in her charm.

As the dawn rouses, I stir from my slumber,
Aware that she has gone, my delight not waning.
For I remember clearly her softness, her warmth,
Guarding me protectively, from the night wolves.

With this passionate love, I set out once more,
To conquer the world, to bring about change.
Peacefully to wage war on the darkness of man,
And reinstate the hopes, that our future be bright.

For I am called to be the Peaceful Warrior,
And filling the world with love is my goal.
Don`t fear me brother, sister, for we are one.
Recieve with open hearts as I, Her loving peace.


P.W.

TRAVELLING COMPANIONS

As the time arrives,
To leave this sorry land,
I have aquired pleasantly,
An opportunity to share.

The travel plans hold firm,
Yet will include,
The company of Emma,
My 'wayward' little sister.

Have I to take care,
For her youthful bloom ?
I venture to say no,
As I will be only,

Guardian to her adventure,
And possibly a role model,
For the way, not to,
Do what is preached as rote.

My dear sister, learn,
Not for I but for love.
Be at peace with all,
Let the spirirt flow.

And manage your feelings,
Based not on fear,
But on the joy of living,
We are one, You and I.




EMMA. x x
( Let love guide you )

To Seville and beyond

Oh yes believe me,
I am so keen to begin.
The days seem too long,
Leading to my departure,
Yet I wait with patience,
Knowing my time is coming.

The dusty, romantical city,
That waits for me,
Will soon be in my eyes,
And I, in her heart.

With classical guitars,
Strumming a rousing tune,
And girls with raven hair,
Dancing 'til the dawn,
How can I ever be,
Sorry to leave myself there.

Still more passionate reasons,
May lie up ahead,
And I will be open,
To know when they call,
As will my adventure,
Into the greater unknowns.

The sun has a way,
Of capturing our attentions,
From the soul of the city,
With its'welcome,
Softening my resolves,
To rush through her gates,
In search of escape,
Where her mystery is lost.

POSITIVELY BOUYANT

Somehow, today, I am floating upon the clouds,
I wonder just how the mood has become lifted high.
Enjoying the ambience of my little, safe retreat.
Sipping, richly roasted coffee, and waiting for you here.

Like a tiny craft, bobbing in the swells,
I imagine our life, its ups and downs.
Lifing us up in love, and letting us fall,
In love too, with all of its rewarding ways.

Ship shape and Bristol fashion, everything is complimentary,
You and me Love, dedicated to being together.
Searching for friendship and the caring we share,
All we need now, is to finally meet !

GOING AWAY (To Heaven on Earth)

Well, how do you feel now that your dreams,
Are to be realised, walking once more, "The way" ?
I can hardly believe, the luck to be blessed
With another great opportuinity to see the way of Santiago.
Knowing the giving spirit By which I will bathe,
I can walk without fear, of ever being truly alone.

I remember so clearly, the polite and positive nature,
Of my fellow pilgrims, as we walked in unity.
Once we had found our rhythm, we walked in a flow,
Not to be discovered, in many other walks of life.
After having been shown, how purely amazing the truth,
Random acts of kindness, being shown to you and I.

My heart is born again, to be in this wonderous love,
Sharing my own pursuance, to be in the moment.
Bold and full of life, I can really empower,
All who's paths' cross mine, that we all reach Santiago.
And upon reaching home, where the angels are singing,
We'll come to know again, how love works its' magic.

With friends new, some older, Santiago will open its' gates,
To all who should enter, following the way of St. James.
And to recieve, will be, our new earth family,
A brotherhood of pilgrims, passive, tolerant and so kind.
Will you try to believe, these words that I repeat?
And follow in love, the way of the Peaceful Warrior.


Guilhem

THE BIGGER PICTURE

How can it be unobserved,
When it is open to plain sight ?
The majority seem unaware,
Truely unable to comprehend it.
But to me and a few others,
It is vitaly important indeed.
Some even attempt to deny,
The existence of it, a scandal.
Yet it will remain just so,
For as long as it is true.

And people of all nations,
Can wake up to its' relevance,
Or continue to sleep soundly,
Ignoring the value of insight.
But what a pity it is,
That we consider that we,
Are educated and rational,
When we continue to be so dumb.
Has history no value at all ?
What could all of it say ?

Would the masses not know,
In this observable lesson,
A hope exists to alter,
To rise above the disease.
Plagued throughout history,
We learned little understanding,
And forge again blindly on,
Destroying and hating life.
But our hearts do feel,
What our eyes fail to see !!


Be not blind anymore...x

COURAGE TO LIVE

Many wise people, have already noticed how,
Courage to live is, by far the greatest way,
To enjoy the adventure life has to offer us,
But yet, the starngest truth by which to live.

We actually fear more, than we dare believe,
That we avoid chances, to live as free souls.
We collect an abundance of material, physical things,
Believing this gain is, our truest lifes worth.

Rich people can know, that along with wealth,
Comes a desolation of spirit, if it is not shared.
And that they will die, regardless of this luxury,
As will the poorest alone, in this life.

So I say to myself, seek not material rewards,
Which will, rust, decay, or be sadly stolen.
Build up eternal treasures, that can be given,
Shared freely with all, and enjoyed 'til forever.

Have the courage, to shake off the fear,
That cripples our resolve, and moves us to tears,
Become what we wish our world to be,
Let not our darkness overshadow our real light.

Peaceable, gentle folk, are what we can be,
Let's open our hearts, once again to declare,
A revolution to love, being the universal goal.
Fill our days with kindness, Yes, open the soul.




That we peacefully wage war on oppression.