Edited by Richie Cuthbertson, Friday, 11 Mar 2022, 23:30
Cold industrial echoes of the concrete night Wet and tarmaccy puddles reflect artificial light Serene raindrops ripple shape the liquid surface Like this mind full of the noble eight-fold practise.
I walk with dignity Rapturously With the clear knowledge There's no going back for me.
Path
Cold industrial echoes of the concrete night
Wet and tarmaccy puddles reflect artificial light
Serene raindrops ripple shape the liquid surface
Like this mind full of the noble eight-fold practise.
I walk with dignity
Rapturously
With the clear knowledge
There's no going back for me.