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The Wandering Honk ::Portland Ode
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.