If you move on with no destination there is no wrong road. There is no wrong road if you move out with no anticipation a miracle collaboration with no error or imagination conflation preoccupation consolation. If you know no error in your destination all roads are the one & only road. So easy, so secretly this road brings you utterly ravishing ananda.Originally a Stroke Poem from Aug 2014, and included in the anthology After The Clouds, The Sun in slightly modified form.
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