There exist noble souls a large mountain atop
Of these towering elders you will be aware
When you're seated in back of a nourishment stop
Holding quietly still in the silence of prayer
These great sentinels speak to the ones who are patient
It's wisdom and knowledge they offer to lease
When conditions are met, these few guardians ancient
Reveal what it is that will bring us towards peace

wind pushes into me
I am a sail for the wrong
direction - headwind

Unknown

I cannot turn
down the road
to the house
where dinner waits

The morning's frost
into October warm evaporated
and the road stretches through red and gold
to a sky as blue as the black of space

The rhythm of heart and lungs
of legs and cranks
the whisper of chain and gears
of tires on pavement
form a mantra that chants

There is no past
no future
there only
is.

Michael Blotzer