All I need is
A canoe
A paddle
And a clear, calm mountain lake
With every stroke
I feel my tensions release
My thoughts slide down my arms
Into the paddle
All I need is
A canoe
A paddle
And a clear, calm mountain lake
With every stroke
I feel my tensions release
My thoughts slide down my arms
Into the paddle
They lap lightly
On the shores of consciousness
They script the creeds
Direct the deeds
They lead a people
To their fate
Or is it ‘fate’ created?
To Tibet
In the heart of Beijing
It’s so decreed
By The Party
Places where we simply
Are
Places where we simply
Be
Fascinating
How often I find
Places of worship there
She’d seen my camera
A foreigner with a camera
“Take my picture!”
Happily, I oblige
Line her up with the street
The cyclist, passing by
At eighty
Kilometers per hour
4-80 air conditioning