Walking.
The A.R.E. has never seemed so far away.
Its cold today.
Walking and my steps
pull me another way
Even though my mind says not to stray.
Thinking.
First stupid thoughts
And then thoughtlessness
Egged on by lengthy blinking.
Eyes-closed walking.
Thoughts no longer talking.
Smiling light fills my mind,
As my body trails behind,
Still walking.
Waking
from somnambulance.
Its cold today.
Smile, accept and send this thought away.
I was coming to see your library,
Mr. Cayce, I had some questions.
It seems that its
Taking time for body
to find the A.R.E. today.
But that’s fine,
Mind is there already anyway.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem