The Poet

Reluctant, cautious, but driven all the same. Rejection and intolerance, wary of the pain.  From early days the poems did play but hidden they would stay. The words jumble, until they tumble, onto paper through his pen.

Cautious steps taken, by foot and in his mind. Spirit liberated and celebrated, unfolding slowly, for it’s time.  By arm he’s guided, his Muse there, always by his side.  Gently first then firmly, the lessons he did abide.  The words jumble, until they tumble, onto paper through his pen.

Realized now the words are his and a light shown on his soul.  They do so liberate and motivate these letters on each scroll.  Free at last for all to see, and fearful not at all.  The words jumble, until they tumble, onto paper through his pen.

The Poet feared judgement, by a world, on things they’d never understand.  Fear nothing whispered the Muse except that which goes unpenned. The words jumble, until they tumble, onto the paper through my pen. 

Lost

With so many things going on in my life right now, I once again slept poorly which apparently is when my mind is most active.

The Flame

A spark.  Ignition, an ember begins to glow.

With fuel and oxygen, an unyielding flame takes hold.

Consuming, inhaling, the fire continues to grow.

The apex, raw energy, the inferno’s a sight to behold.

Slowly now and without notice, the intensity begins to slow.

Spent of vigor and loss of air the flames begin to fold.

Now quiet and fading the last twinkling still there to show.

Till finally, and without protest, the hearth has now gone cold.

A Dialog with Santiago

For the last couple years, since completing the Camino Francés, I’ve been exploring spirituality and how it fits into the life of a non-believer, that search continues.

The search though rekindled my love of poetry and my attempt to write poetry, something that I’ve done off and on since High School.  I’m a reluctant poet who fears rejection, as most writers do I suppose.  The vast majority of my poems were completed and then discarded, something I now regret as it would have shown a progression of both ability (or lack thereof) but more importantly, of me as a person.

My blog has become an outlet for my poems, it seems safe and semi-secluded which helps me with my fear of rejection.

This poem, A Dialog with Santiago, while themed around the Camino is really about my search for and progression towards some sort of spiritual understanding.  I use Santiago as a foil but, I think I’m really facing a mirror and speaking to myself. 

Santiago is a useful friend, when I face difficulties, I talk to him and tell him that I will overcome the challenge.  I did this on my recent Camino Inglés on several occasions.  When I was climbing up a steep hill out of Pontedeume, it was an early morning wake me up from Santiago.  When Grace and I were walking in the driving rain, it was Santiago’s way of testing me.

With this brief introduction, I hope you enjoy.

A Dialog with Santiago    

Santiago: Why do you seek, what is your calling, how will you ever know? To come all this way and to give up so much in the end will there be nothing to show?

Me: My friend Santiago with so many questions I fear I have little to share, I come on a lark, a fanciful walk, and maybe to see how I fare.

S: I’ve heard it all, and I’m sure you believe but in this you must trust that I know. There’s always a call a reason for sure, a need we’re unable to show.

M: My old friend I assure you that today you’re mistaken, I come as a man with no cause. To enjoy the walk, to bask in the sun, I promise there’s no reason to pause.

S: For you Amigo we’ll talk I am sure as you tread down this ancient road. Some claim clarity they’re often quite sure and in the end there’s more to behold.

M: I know many seek answers and others the way while some have an ache in their soul. For me it is true, I ask nothing from you, my life has cost me no toll.

S: Far we’ve traveled since the day we first met, cross mountains and plains by and by, Amigo there’s room for more than one answer, the universe ends not at the sky.

M: My body aches and my mind’s so weary as I struggle but don’t understand, I’m confused you know, I’m always told, there’s one way, now take a stand.

S: Good sir can you answer you’ve walked all this way, Pilgrim or Traveler how do you say? Your heart is clear and worthy for sure so no matter to me but to you it just may.

M: Santiago my friend does it matter at all, aren’t we here on our journey all the same? I’m a human, a traveler in search of myself, any description defies a mere name.

S: We sit you and me beholding the sea at the end of the difficult Way, No questions this day, no more lessons from me but I’m curious what you have to say.

M: We’ve been through so much and shared a plenty, more questions await me I bet, Santiago you know you were right all along, and you knew it the moment we met.

S: Peer into the distance and accept what you see, the Universe is both infinite and petite. Celebrate the vastness and all things unknown when you do so your Way is complete. Be pure in your heart and know that you’re one but also a part of the many. A simple truth but hard to accept and maybe for some it’s uncanny. But, fear not your struggle and even embrace it, you’re not alone, it confounds all who attempt it.

  

                                  

Essays from the Camino

Several months ago, after I came back from Spain, I wanted to try to capture my experience on the Camino in written form. I continue to try to get that organized but, it if a very daunting task.

Instead, I started to write an essay about a very difficult time for me that happened while I was on the Camino, I wanted to explore those thoughts and feelings. I also thought it would maybe be a bit like dipping my toe in the water.

As I started writing, it occurred to me that most people probably have similar stories or thoughts so, I challenged them to contribute. My idea was to take a moment, person, place, occurrence or whatever and put that into words, a collaboration. I’m happy to say that several have accepted the challenge and the first results are included.

If you would like to contribute, please submit your essay at thepilgrim@juspassinthrough.com . I believe you’ll find the effort rewarding.

Coming Home/Wohin? – Nach Hause (Eng-Ger)
Storms
My Camino Tears

Wanderlust

Having just returned from vacation, I thought I’d post this poem that I wrote a few months ago. For me, it sums up the desire that some of us have to travel, to wander and to enjoy the sense of freedom that it instills in us. It was inspired by a friend, a true Vagabond and restless spirit. She once said that she would like to walk out her door and just keep walking.

The Vagabonds Poem. You may notice that the opening line is where the tag line of my blog comes from.

You don’t have to travel far, sometimes it’s only in your mind but, even that trip takes you far from where we are now. Thanks to all the people who inspire me. I told a friend, it’s not Shelley or Whitman, more like Shitman but, I like it, so…

The Pilgrim

Several months ago but months after I left Spain and the Camino, I woke up very early one morning with a jumble of words and thoughts in my head. It stayed with me and I could not go back to sleep so I decided to get up and write the words and thoughts down. After I did that I was able to go back to sleep.

When I got up, I went back to what I’d written down and read it, The Pilgrim was my first experience with a creative flash. I made a few changes but not many from my original notes.

This poem tell my story, the story of any pilgrim, crossing Spain while walking the Camino. I think anyone who’d done that will immediately relate but, I also think there are some universal thoughts that appeal to almost anyone.

I hope you enjoy it, it’s not Whitman but I like it.

The Pilgrim