Straight The Way Home

The bee

is ambling

'mong roses

rambling

.. here and

there

everywhere

.. but when

his sacks are

laden

a beeline straight

is

his way home



Souls wander

her and there

following random

desires..

until liberation

is in their sites

.. then all is

grist

for godward fire

is straight



He had a wild youth

but once he took

his marriage vows

.. he kept them

forever

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