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A Pilgrim’s Consolation


Warfare, pilgrim, is good reason to betake yourself from here.
Seek the roads that no one else takes; from the crowd now disappear.
 
Do not disdain the pebble that now lodges in your shoe.
Hail those you meet along the way; give praise where praise is due.
 
Shield yourself from falsehood by recalling holy tales;
Strengthen soul and body as you drink the sacred ales.
 
At the crest of yonder mountain, where clouds obscure the view,
Fear not, O weary pilgrim: Someone watches over you.

 
  
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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The Sane Thing to Do

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Native American Virgin and Christ Child, Mission San Antonio de Pala, Pala, California

 

Wait!
This is not the season to rejoice.
Shame and scorn draw near to touch—
perhaps to torch—
the edges of your life.
There is no one to shield you
from unseemly words,
words tarnished by layers of grime,
words that will not mesh together now
or ever.
You steer an unsteady course;
seaweed tangles your rudder.
The sane thing to do?
Abandon this enterprise
of being an unwed mother!

 

Poem © 2016 and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
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