The Pilgrimage

If I were a pilgrim, I would start my journey with the commitment to stop every time I heard the heartbeat of the Universe. It might come in a bluejay’s call… or the sight of a bicycle lying in the grass…or the smack of a young girl’s fist into the leather, making her baseball glove more user friendly. 

In truth I would hear the beating heart so frequently, so everywhere, that my pilgrimage might simply involve standing still, listening deeply and never taking a step.  

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