PILGRIMAGE

Like the black center of a sunflower
dark-hued, intense,
Spreading out yellow wings of fire;
Such is the path to my pilgrimage.

Like the revolutionary cries
of freedom, new-age
Earthly matters on the fore
Yet speaking of a changing future;
Such is the path to my pilgrimage.

Like the spring blooms
Blossoming in all its glory
in the sun and moon,
Many shades reflecting in our lenses;
Such is the path to my pilgrimage.