Grafton Street
He stood detached,
Hearing his own rhythm,
Beating the time
to the musin in his far away head.
They listened,
More on stage than in the room.
Jottings tracking my own journey toward enlightenment. Things I have learned, observed and recorded in a lifetime on the path.
He stood detached,
Hearing his own rhythm,
Beating the time
to the musin in his far away head.
They listened,
More on stage than in the room.
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