(My granny loved me so much….and was quite a traveler.)
“There was nowhere to go but everywhere,
so just keep on rolling under the stars.” – Jack Kerouac
(My granny loved me so much….and was quite a traveler.)
“There was nowhere to go but everywhere,
so just keep on rolling under the stars.” – Jack Kerouac
Everything is Here
Geese appear high over us,
pass, and the sky closes. Abandon,
as in love or sleep, holds
them to their way, clear
in the ancient faith: what we we need
is here. And we pray, not
for new earth or heaven, but to be
quiet in heart, and in eye,
clear. What we need is here.