Bike Ride Poem by Butch Decatoria

We sped on our bikes
inflated by the ride, the new feelings
awakened, leaving behind the night

this is how we meditate
lapping of light, sipping the dawn
to conquer ourselves, while

enjoying the bike ride,
often times in a hurry
infatuations with distances, blurry...

visions of what is upmost,
All truth and light and love
all that surrounds us

the road, the clouds above,
to be in this miracle
without reflection or worry;

a bike ride is all this is
a breeze on our face, a gentle fury
never sorry of the light of day

loving the now- understanding & knowing...
no anger for the traffic growing,
yielding to stop / signs say "One Way"

we cruise on our bikes
just because
We love's it - now &
Always.

(Much appreciated, thank you)