A Bike Ride

A distant speck now overhead—a cloud
black without wind—to wend it on its way,
till the truth of change—triumphed
nothing remains the same—

Listening in the quiet—riding in the breeze
learn from the changing trees
wise in the ways of days,

Dappled through with shimmers of light
strike like stars through trees to
tease the heart to hear
with what is that? that stares

Shouts from the planet—what life is about
the hum is there, always
tune to it—fly with the sound and
your mind is free
just riding on your bike, is then what
Is it all about.