A road and only a bike
Raindrops gather and become a deluge, become streams, then rivers
the ocean cannot contain.
I clamour to cover my head, then clamour for a shelter.
I cannot step back and watch
myself being swept off my feet.
and think,
"Is it happening to me alone; is it happening to all?"
It's a vast road .
Crossing it in the rain, with only a bike.
The road which looks like infinity,
and I caught alone in the equanimity of the sky that is raining
and watching;
The tide behind me, I cannot see if it's chasing me or receding,while the sky is raging above me!
Oh , how can I escape God looking from above in equanimity?
Raindrops gather and become a deluge, become streams, then rivers
the ocean cannot contain.
I clamour to cover my head, then clamour for a shelter.
I cannot step back and watch
myself being swept off my feet.
and think,
"Is it happening to me alone; is it happening to all?"
It's a vast road .
Crossing it in the rain, with only a bike.
The road which looks like infinity,
and I caught alone in the equanimity of the sky that is raining
and watching;
The tide behind me, I cannot see if it's chasing me or receding,while the sky is raging above me!
Oh , how can I escape God looking from above in equanimity?
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