At the cross roads

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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