pilgrimage through far mountains

Family gravestones seemSo cool, even in this heatGlistening with dew. Ladle of water,Wash away these worldly sins,Make me clean again. Mountain pilgrimage,A thousand-thousand steps up,Like unending dreams. I take strange comfort,In my slumbering god-ghosts,Dreaming of this land,From their little demimondes,Nestled deep in mossy homes.