05-02-2015, 01:35 AM
Atman
On your right,
said the docent,
You will see a man reposed
Against an oak.
His wizened face
catching the dense shade
from the wooded canopy
but the path beneath him is lit
And on your left
you may find a past
there is much there
a landfill of memory
Keep your eyes closed
mind open
and we may spot the future
It’s rumored to dwell in these woods