At the cross roads
- David Smith
- Apr 9, 2018
- 1 min read
Initially I sat cross-legged
then later I began to sit
at the cross-roads
of his grace.
I still don’t know the hour?
When his grace will fall.
So I sit against the wall
Waiting, waiting, then
Not waiting.
If they taught a million starts
I would somehow jump
To the middle.
And worm my way
To the top
If I was to write my PH.D
It would be on the things
That are too simple to understand.
So I sit more times
than the rain may fall
My timing is cross correlated
with hunger
The Soul must eat
or be eaten.
DS Poem
April 9, 2018
Book Two
The Dust of Annihilation
“Who knows what moment of time may prove propitious?
Go bow your head at the crossroads - why do you wait?”
page 108, poem 65
Love’s Last Madness Darshan Singh translation by Barry Lerner and Habra's Singh Bedi
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