Calm as a lake
With not so much
As a breezy ripple
So am I
Let the world
Fall away
Lose my ground
And a mighty tumult
Become I
Let the world
Fall away
Lose my ground
And a mighty tumult
Become I
And I am never sure
Which outcome I prefer
A mystery revealed
Or mystery secure
But I am drawn
Inexorably
To those of mystery
Promising adventure
Challenge
And discovery
I prefer quests of query
Over sorties of attainment
No where
No how
Nein
No
Nyet
I have never
Accomplished anything
While listening
To that particular voice
There is
Always
Another
Way
Before my eyes
Where nothing is
Just what it seems
Since what it seems
Is in my mind
I find the beauty
In the lines
The forms
And open space
Which let me roam
I hear pavement’s texture
Know the coarse and the smooth
From the form of a wave in my ear
I feel it
Transferred from tires
To frame
To chassis
To the wheel beneath my hands
The pedal and floor beneath my feet
The seat enveloping my body