Added 13 October 1997
Wind rushes by in a
The sun flashes through the trees.
Hands draped over knees
I seek to absorb
The bumps and curves seek to throw me
A piece of the Truth becomes me.
forty five mile an hour pace
while I sit like some
rough shod Buddha
bouncing in the back
of a frantic 4X4 spewing dust.
Glittering morse code path to
Enlightenment.
If only I could ignore it
I would become One.
touch the unyielding
surface of the truck bed,
warmed by the heart of the beast.
the disharmony of the road
and make it one with my Soul.
but passiveness holds me firm.
Written 3 July 1995
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