Bike Weak

Collecting all harmony in a tank of gas

I do not intend to toss my peace of mind…far or fast

And, when stage struck by the crackled pavement,

there can be moments of…

imageedit_7_5922669719being off task.

Bound by no determination, I am the wind.

I am the specks of soiled earth…bouncing about shaded glass.

I am

I am

A feeling that is unplanned and never lasts.

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The cutting edge of this instant right here and now is always nothing less than the totality of everything there is…robert pirsig

Riding Shotgun

He is, after all, ‘a restless spirit on an endless flight.’

The noblest of companions.

With a side of heroic proportions.

While laying thick…in the purest delights.

Unaware to anything, I secretly watch my sidekick…

As he sets forth to ride shotgun.side kick 2

No high-priced gadgets.

No over stuff toys for fun.

Gratification, always raw.

Peace of mind, forever new.

My four-legged child’s first day at school.

 

Strange in Paradise

There is peace on my mind.  But in a fit of sanity, I placed it down deep where no one goes.

I had been waiting for the sun to come out and, ‘Hi.’

However, like a cat in the night searching for non-existent light.

Sometimes, satisfaction is a message I cannot always find.

With a fluent tie-dye sky set into minutes of changing moods; A revelation, of sorts.  Mystically, set in writing, to grammar school, red…

“Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it.” Dalai Lama

“I can be in over my head.  But, contentment…Will always be…A pet that needs to be watered and fed!”

Borrowed for the Time Being

 

 

So hard to find this thing called, peace of mind.

Yet, so simple by natural design.

Until the personal touch of pleasure, seems easier to find.

Instinctual phrases,

innate, wanton, thoughts.

‘Have I disappointed?’

“Have I lacked care?’

‘Have I become the wanderer who lives life with a blank stare?’

Loaded down stale and stately, landscapes.

Cityscapes that blur all soulful questions…

All mysterious, mythical answers elude like

an abandoned rail-yard station…

promising communities providing traumas infidelity.

And, so, peace of mind,

an unrealistic propaganda for pampered paupers…

Words can say, what we should do.

Tranquility…

something borrowed, something old, something new.