Cycling to heaven

On the road to the mountain sanctuary
I met a priest
Or was he a monk?
A Buddhist monk guiding a goat
Or was it the other way around?
Perhaps there were two
Perhaps I met two
After all I was cycling at speed
They were driving
A soul in a tree
A wedge between two realms
I was lost
The explanations were confusing
Especially when they are conducted in silence!
I like my bicycle
A sense of freedom it gives me
And here in the sanctuary of silent beings
I await
The moment
When I am permitted
To stop
Being silent and
Cycle my way
All the way
To heaven.

January 21, 2019

About alaindesade

Novelist, songwriter and philosopher. Has special interest in human relations, evolution of mind, inter-cultural complications, and the concept of God.
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