In the caravan

IN THE CARAVAN

My littleness
Often creates wounds
In the caravan
Of my endless journey
Hopes shatter and dreams shut
It moves magnetically
To the narrow lane by my
Processed ego and
Procession towards eternity
Of mine magically fall
Imprisoning time and call
Become immobile
Only to increase
The severance of wounds
Pushing my caravan's
Wide sublimity
My treasured creativity
Of endless calm and oceanic depth
Being challenged by littleness
Lick the wounds
To leap from deathless hours
To transient limit
With a prison mind
--------------------------------------17.12.12 Monday