Now that Winter has come,
and the river is frozen to blackness
it is time for the tiger to walk.

Each breath voices an internal fire.

Easch step imprints with delicate poise.

Marking a slow pilgrimage to now,
where footprints cease to exist.

Pilgrimage to now is a metaphyical work, walking over a black canvas, with feet painted silver leaves a delicate silver trail. The individual footprints merging- transforming the black by a slow and focused walking meditation. The walk is a walk in peace- the poem recited at the end of one length.