Moto Mountains (Poem)
Moto Mountains (Poem)
Scent of a flowerCoolness of a breezy whiffThe celestial splendor of theNight. Relentless beat of theHeart and gentle movementof Breath.
O’ Shambhowhat to say of the power of IgnoranceA wisp of life called Manwho lingers in your laplives and dies
Are we making too much noiseSo we cannot even hear ourselvesHave we reached such states of fakerythat our insulation to
Of Roads and endless roadsof wheels that roll wearingthemselves down to transportus to quench our nomadic lust.Forests, Plains, Deserts, Mountainsand
The Essence of lifeis in its fragrance.It reveals itself not tothe doggy nose butto a sensitive Heart.If you are a
Childhood full of Dreamsof climbing a Tree or hillor of flying off to moon or mars Adolescence is lucid in
As I come awake to the peacock callBlue it sounds in my ears I open my eyes and look at
A quiet SeaA quiet DayA quiet Mind But a raging HeartBlazing with FireOf an ancient Sage. Burning for many a