My bible penned by Kerouac
What I have in sovereign verve
Makes up for any thing I lack
Your pillowed beds and comforters
Will make you soft and wake too late
Arise and ride the Dharma's wheel
It travels on. It cannot wait
And though I bed in humble kind
Or lader with the kit and freight
The world is mine and all it holds
I travel on. I cannot wait
2 comments:
Memories and moments treasured, your poetic sight provides respite from the onslaught without.
Poetry filled with common
sense is a thing of beauty.
Hope you are well.
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