“Help me never to judge another until I have walked a mile in his moccasins.”
The Gypsy had met many people on the road leading to her yet unknown destination. Each person gave of themselves. Each person added to the Gypsy’s limited knowledge of the world outside of her own original comfort zone. Each person added to the knowledge base she longed to fill. Her spiritual base was getting plump with awe and her eyes opening to the Universe she sought to understand. The Pilgrimage was a necessary step on that road to comprehension.
She donned her white robe, veiled her eyes and took part in the wonderment of it all. Her enlightenment awaited. The Gypsy knew the power of throngs and it was with nervous anticipation and excitement that she undertook this part of her journey.
The desert sands are blowing
Wind so dry and soft
Feels as though the truth
Is in the air; aloft.
For all of us to listen
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