When The Moon Shone Blue, and The Sun Was You.
Walking on a rain swept causeway, in twilight, was always a learning experience for me.
Thinking I was "James Dean" In that famous Burberry,
On the "Street Of Broken Dreams"
I ,Tripped, and was Bloodied,
And when Listening Stopped.
Those Ole shoes Of Vincent appeared to me and I knew Again where I was
In a Paradise of the conscious.
A wonderland of the Mind.
A diamondesque. Fallibility ,
That only the Lucky; May Find.
For there is joy in meeting everyone Everyday
There is Stillness in the Respondent Search of Humanitarianism.
There is A Wholiness In Dharma
That is non Expressive In Words.
And There Is In My Self, A One Who Only Wants To Be Unfounded, and yet Still Heard.
Grant
2-5-09