WHEREFORE this hurry?

The last bus about to start?

What does it matter?

What is the harm?

If the bus goes? there is the train;

If the train goes, there is the plane.

Even if that fails, where's the worry?

Stay down!

You will surely find a nook behind,

And perhaps your mind and many another thing, who knows what....

A dream or diving drowning sleep

Or red showers of Thought

Or a sudden wild gust hurtling through clattering windows

Or fleecy clouds flowing over Heaven's dome

Or a lone darkness echoing - OM OM OM.

Gouri Dharmapal

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