The Camino es Mi Casa

A distant shore,

A cobbled street.

Ancient stones beneath the soles.

Souls wander winding roads

Forked but on the same path.

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Galician smells of petricor and Pulpo Gallega

Kiss the nose like a tender lover suffusing the senses.

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Waxing gibbous lights the Way,

And the footfalls follow the dimmed yellow directions.

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The arrows are a Pilgrim’s compass,

And the heart is our true north.

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We walk weary but wise with the knowing:

Each step we do not walk alone.

Our family walks among us

With intention towards the same destination.

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The Camino es mi casa,

And it is every Pilgrim’s home.