There is only so far I can go up my everyday mountain…

There is only so far I can go up my everyday mountain…
So, I’m going on a pilgrimage…
They say that a pilgrimage is praying with your feet…
For me, it is the possibility that a dream can come true.

I am going to find who put me here…
Chew on thousands of years of ancestry…
I brought a little extra oil for my squeaky bones…
And some extra biscuits for the way back home.

My eyes are fixed straight ahead…
Into the shape-shifting patterns of glow…
I feel more alive than the rest of the world…
Like a Christmas day puppy.

There is a new road everyday…
As I lean closer and closer to the mother of it all…
Walking toward that still, beautiful face…
This is it! There She is, waiting in the here and now.

Come, join the gentle chorus…
Lay down your phone, turn off the television…
I have brought you some extra oil for your squeaky bones…
And some extra biscuits for your way back home.

I love you,

Annie