According to Buddha
Every tomorrow is determined by every today.
it’s a lonely station i’m waiting at
my tickets bought, my bags are packed
my shoes are lead, my feet are claw
i can’t stand alone, i can’t run away
i wonder where i’m going to be
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Alberta Railway Museum, Edmonton ~ March 2016.
According to Buddha
In this path there is no loss of the unfinished effort for realization, nor is there creation of contrary effects.
’twas in another lifetime one of toil and blood
when blackness was a virtue, the road was full of mud
i came in from the wilderness a creature void of form
and if i pass this way again you can rest assured
i’ll always do my best for her on that i give my word
in a world of steel-eyed death and men who are fighting to be warm
“come in,” she said,
“i’ll give you shelter from the storm.”
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Alberta Railway Museum, Edmonton ~ March 2016.
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