The Pilgrim

I seek to serve
The unreachable Sangreal
My lamp guides my path
The truth unveiled
My robe isolates me
From instinctive currents
And my staff to guide my mind
And probe the ground for support
My sword for keenness
Flexibility and edgy to save my life
I know what I can do
And I know not fear

Surrounding my will
With imagery of secret arcane
I walk dressed in flesh
As my feet have to support my body
So does my belief have to support my soul

May I always find some good grounds
Wherever I may wander
Through the ways of living
And serving the supreme spirit
Here stand I
I cannot do otherwise
As I walk
Illusions desintegrate