Neither distance nor time marks the signposts of our pilgrimage
Neither distance nor time marks the signposts
Of our pilgrimage - but inner peace reaped
From our rediscovered innocence.
A segment of our life, once held so dear,
Is allowed to seep into its darkness
Like water to the flooring of our home
Drained to the cellar with our last hope.
Our faith, for once, is set free from the cage
Like a frightened feather on the perch -
Dark waves on the sides of the trembling shores
Feed our nerves and agitation. We gaze
Once only to savor the last image
And must rule the sea with our flighty breeds
And conquer fear with our relentless faith.
from Hieros - Sacred Passage, Eternal Pilgrmage
(c) Simon Tang 2007