Along the way...
"Every creature is better alive than dead, men and moose and pine trees, and he who understands it aright will rather preserve its life than destroy it." (Henry David Thoreau)
Mystics on the Highway
I crossed over the black ocean
Evil asphalt burned with the sun
All my wheels danced with tumble-weeds
Until the wind came with the seeds
Sparkles of night through the window
Two headlights turned on a scarecrow
I saw a line (rear-view mirror)
A datura drew in a moor
An accident, a wayside cross
A lost icon, the sense of loss
Bones of eagles, shells of mustangs
A dead mantra when vultures sang
All mystics drove on the highway
Seeking for life near the pathway
All mystics died near the cross-way
Because they chose the easy way
William Craw