Dharma Bicycle Poem by Leslie Philibert

Dharma Bicycle



a frame cold-sprayed with
perfect tranquility; the world
and the bell in perfect harmony,
a flock of wheels that join and
turn; three in one, the path by
a river, the sky and the moment,
the soft crunch of tyres on gravel,
all suffering has gone,
the day lengthens, all is well

Saturday, July 19, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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