Sunday, October 26, 2014

the trail is never ending
in the lucid dust of existence
dune songs stepped within ancient steeples
mountain mind crafts
churches for infinite pilgrims
we are but eternal seeds
a small grain in a grandiose universe
cauldron miracles
goes thanks and praise
a longing to hit the indian roads
an admission of greatness
yearning for a wilderness tincture
of cats claw and slippery elm
a thick patch of golden black eyed susan
to jump into with a wide open heart
a divine gurgle erupting from the inside
to explode and angelically awaken