PILGRIMAGE

If anything like a spiritual experience can be defined as tangible is that of a pilgrimage, I believe, after my very first experience.
The colors that come to mind when with closed eyes I try to bring myself back in the Holy Land, the sweet delicate scent of frangipanes and the olive-green, coarse-grained spiced grass that brings me closer to That Hallowed Spot… while the only sound is roaring ocean of pebbles under my feet, the only utterance in birds’ voices and wind….
The more time flows, the more I refuse to share and desire to preserve the timeless Moment which is part of me. Well, how could I dare describe uttering in words what leaves speechless and is breathtaking? How can I picture what my eyes couldn’t entirely behold?
I would rather keep all for myself, still I’m aware, that if I don’t find a way to convey and express even to myself the feeling that still overwhelms me through memories I will not be able to keep it within me and part of it will slowly fade away. Somehow I have to fix it in terms, even if this means giving it a far from real connotation!
As long as we, one and all pilgrims, were encouraged to bring back to our friends, relatives and people we’d meet the energies, feelings, stories, understandings and much more of the experience there is really nothing, absolutely not a word, an action, an image, a token… that can in its smallness, fully convey what a pilgrim absorbs, imbibes, breaths during those fleeting moments…. in which a soul “realizes” the greatness of the Revelation and Its Manifestation, converse with its Creator in intimate prayers, fix the gaze upon the same and yet different Sea and Sky… and is brought somewhere else… very far from this world.
One of my prayers at the Sacred Thresholds was that every single person I’ve met and known in my life could come to understand and experience, while still in this earthly life, this absolute immaculate happiness and its source.