Saturday, April 10, 2010

Watching for the Answer


When I ask to know
which direction I should turn,
the answer always arises inside.

It's up to me to pay attention.

1 comment:

  1. Dead On

    The answer is an arrow
    The heart pinned to woe
    The arrow in the scroll

    In flight the shaft whistles
    The shaft of vanished trees
    The answer is an arrow

    It hurtles through dark
    It riddles all the seekers
    The arrow in the scrolls

    Scholars are splitting atoms
    Miniaturizing nanos
    The answer is an arrow

    Encrypted acrostics
    Hieroglyphs on stone
    The arrow in the scrolls

    It shatters consciousness
    Each time it strikes home
    The answer is an arrow
    The arrow in the scroll

    [Disposable Poem April 10, 2010]
    Dr. Mike

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