Tao Or Bust Poem by Barry A. Lanier

Drifting in to my world apart.
From that which is not among men.
Towering pines of Georgia,
Singing, though there is no wind.

Fading grasslands stretch out,
Endlessly toward the horizon like manna.
Distant bells echoing in the still breeze,
Maybe the Grand Junction to Savannah.

Crows returning to nest, an owl in the dusk,
Quail ruffling the leaves, headed for brush.
Patches of blue sky, break through the lather,
As evening mists, find no where to gather.

Hitching my dreams to a star, hope to the sun,
Dreams of tomorrow, that may never come.
In my world apart, that is not among men,
Basking in this moment, pray never to end.