Zen
Unlikely find, 90 mile an hour zen..
Pipes crack! amidst rumbling wind
Drowning the cacaphony of the voices within..
Koan's come and go, with no warning of when
The harmonic pulse of the motor drones
Becoming the ever-elusive sound of om
Clearing my thoughts, removing the doubt
However carefully placed, by vioces without
Mobile meditation vs. stationary sin
Come spring, and sunshine, and childlike grin
Let me ride, and rise, above the din
Let me find, my 90 mile an hour zen
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