The Sage*
Quietly, intensely… focusing on the unknowable
The sage slowly reaches the doorway of unending light.
Enlightenment! He picks up his broom and sweeps the porch clean.
*sigo
The Sage*
Quietly, intensely… focusing on the unknowable
The sage slowly reaches the doorway of unending light.
Enlightenment! He picks up his broom and sweeps the porch clean.
*sigo
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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