C Y C L E S - Sonam ©

Long committed to the unbuffered perceptions of the dance...
endlessly intertwining along curvilinear lines of thought....

Will it always be so, as a cycle roars down the highway?
Or are there defining moments?

Diverging through the yellow wood, vistas forever ahead!
I abandon the Suzuki and take up the violin!

Playing on a tricycle I had as a child,
anticipating the turns, will a little girl be missing again tonight?

There is nothing new in this, nor ever will there be...
The same electrons recycled from the universal body electric.

Cultivating detachment and remembering motivation,
I steer onto the eight-fold thruway beyond the toll booths.

Anger distilled into diesel fuel, tanker spill off the coast.
The tide ebbs and washes away the brushes.

A fresh canvas awaits for the one who will pick it up.