Road Song, For Smoky Poem by Eric Cockrell
Road Song, For Smoky
it is not the destination,
it is the journey.
it is not the knowing,
it is the questioning.
it is not the finding,
it is the seeking.
it is not knowing God,
it is knowing oneself.
it is not the attainment,
it is the giving...
it is not the holy,
it is a child's dirty face.
it is not the living,
it is the dying....
for in each tiny death
a new universe is born.
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5/5/2024 7:40:08 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Eric, I just found this one; I love it pal! ! ! Those last two lines go deep... real deep. Awesome write. Don't ever stop.