Dharma Bicycle

on the way

a frame cold-sprayed with

perfect tranquility; the world

and the bell in 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

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

As always your work has impact. This left me sighing in peace and the metaphor is so well constructed.

[Robbie~xoxo~]

An intriguing write, Leslie...

You have a grasp on certain emotions, painting it in such a brilliant way.

Great write!~xoxo~

[jacob erin-cilberto]

pedaling along feeling the freedom, seeing the scenery that we often drive right by without notice...
this poem made me feel at peace....you have that knack.