I walk, I walk, I walk
On stone walkways
On paths of dirt
My feet keep moving
Under full moons
I have walked whole evenings
Walking into the dawn
Across continents I have
Traversed, aimlessly, it seemed
So often, but,
My heart was moved
These sojourns have allowed me
To lose the person I once called
Myself, I now realize
That it is not the pilgrimages
nor the walking; rather
It is the loss of self,
The unpeeling, that leads
To my final unburdening.