To be in motion
Is my way of stilling thoughts
Stillness quells the pain
To be in motion
Is my way of stilling thoughts
Stillness quells the pain
Day’s end
Indigo encroaches
On amber and rose
Tomorrow encroaches
On today in my mind
Long lonely highway
Stippled asphalt
Humming rubber
Eating up the miles
Alone in thought
Serene solitude
Long lovely highway
Barred
Unbarred
No difference
Constricted
Patterns of
Thought and being
Restricted
By others and
Self
Freed
First from
Within
Lead
Only when
Freed
I hear the roil of white noise
Waves crashing through the broken rock
Source obscured and muffled by darkened boughs
Clinging thickly to rising land