I’m chilled and the 30 kms of walking in the rain (again) has left me very tired. I walked through plantations of eucalypts today and was homesick for wild trees after days of walking on chestnut burrs and acorns.

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So many of us gathered last night in ethos auberge in Palais de Rey, lots of old faces. Most of the bare-minimum mob, nearly all of them Spanish, stayed in different hostels. The beds were good but the food disappointing, so we are hoping for better things in Rivadiso, in a wonderfully restored auberge.

We set out in the light rain and fog and missed the sun all day. It just feels like a waiting game, with forty clicks to Santiago. Our conversations are shortened with this strange fatigue, but Tobias thinks he walk with me to the sea, because i am more thoughtful that the younger travellers. A nice compliment!

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So, in lieu of a deeper reflection, which I don’t feel up to today, here are the stamps from my credencial. A nice collection!

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Poetry and Religion
– Les Murray

Religions are poems. They concert
our daylight and dreaming mind, our
emotions, instinct, breath and native gesture

into the only whole thinking: poetry.
Nothing’s said till it’s dreamed out in words
and nothing’s true that figures in words only.

A poem, compared with an arrayed religion,
may be like a soldier’s one short marriage night
to die and live by. But that is a small religion.

Full religion is the large poem in loving repetition;
like any poem, it must be inexhaustible and complete
with turns where we ask Now why did the poet do that?

You can’t pray a lie, said Huckleberry Finn;
you can’t poe one either. It is the same mirror:
mobile, glancing, we call it poetry,

fixed centrally, we call it a religion,
and God is the poetry caught in any religion,
caught, not imprisoned. Caught as in a mirror

that he attracted, being in the world as poetry
is in the poem, a law against its closure.
There’ll always be religion around while there is poetry

or a lack of it. Both are given, and intermittent,
as the action of those birds – crested pigeon, rosella parrot –
who fly with wings shut, then beating, and again shut.