People began to say: Don’t ask the fakir for miracles. His journey is the miracle. He is walking the world awake, and every step is a prayer without a god.
And somewhere, on a nameless road, the fakir laughed — because he had finally understood: he was not going anywhere. He was arriving everywhere. journey fakir
His feet were cracked like old riverbeds, yet he walked without pain. He begged for nothing except the story of the next village, the name of the next river, the shadow of the next tree. People began to say: Don’t ask the fakir for miracles