In the morning,
bowing to nobody.
In the evening,
bowing to nobody.
Except myself.
And my mind will
not be washed away.
Everything is within me.
And my endless thinking.
Worshipping mounds
A Wandering Poet
As I walk around I like to record what I experience. Through poetry, ideas and thoughts I hope I can share some of these experiences with you.
A Wandering Poet 