For all the unrighteousness
standing within me
I have nothing but
(mis)use for memories
Quaking in my recesses
and if I had a dream
I would hang with Dylan
and uncover the secrets
retracing Siddhartha to that
final moment on the banks
gentle fury rushing by
cool and
refreshing and sinister
5 comments:
I like this.
Thought-provoking poetry and a crazy photo. Neat!
Hmmm ... wonder where you got that photo from???? By the way, I love the lay-out of your blog.
Mel....I love that photo. My son and I spent time researching it...very cool. Thanks
Sidhartha... the knowledge that all is impermanent, that this moment, now and how we choose to live it is what is sacred, purity among obscenity.
thank you for the poem.
that photo is incredible.
Post a Comment