A pilgrimage is very much like the formation of a river. High up in the mountains where everlasting snow melts in the summer sun, very much like a thought is formed. From the point where the drop is released from an icicle prison the path is set. Small rivulets cascades merrily down the mountainside, much like small companies on the early part of the road, laugh and joke with each other, before the silence of familiarity settles. Part of the water is trapped in marshes, loosing its vibrancy, while other streams merge into larger tributaries. At one point all brooks merge to form the sluggish river. As pilgrims tread ever so softly from this point, for some it has become an ordeal, a suffering, those endless miles until the river meets the tide, in a vibrant estuary. The drop of water that started has now mixed with the salt and silt of a pilgrim’s experience.
tributaries
merge to single path –
a pilgrim’s way
Linked to Carpe Diem
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March 3, 2014
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Love river analogy ~ lovely created haiku ~ thanks, xxx
Perfect haiku on pilgrimage.
Much of nature is cyclical –
I am lucky to have a creek near by to watch life flow.
I like having ‘series’ to play with. I use weekly prompts to lead the direction for flash fiction pieces. With this pilgrimage that prompt is daily. 🙂
Thanks for your visit. ~Jules
My very favorite form in poetry.
I LOVE THIS! Haiku can be bland or powerful. This is the latter.
I find myself wandering all over the desert, since paths are few!
Lovely Haiku on the pilgrimage of the water from mountain to ocean.
I very much like the image of “the salt and silt of a pilgrim’s experience.” What a delicious phrase!
Kindred Spirits
What a beautiful haibun Bjorn I like this parable like haibun a lot and that comparison of the pilgrims with a drop of water is really great and very spiritual.
We are drops of water in the ocean of humanity. And in the river’s confluence, too. Great haibun!
I like this very much.
Wonderful haibun.