the !n(tro)verted yogi

Bernie Gourley. Traveling Poet-Philosopher

Posted on April 28, 2022 by B Gourley

horses gallop
toward the clear creek:
riderless

Posted on April 5, 2022 by B Gourley

scintillant stream,
ever-shifting dance of light:
seemingly random, 
but so seems a music box drum
until one knows its tune

Posted on March 9, 2022 by B Gourley

the river churns;
lit by the mid-day sun --
its foam glows

water swirls
around smooth, wet rocks,
entrancing me

Posted on June 29, 2021 by B Gourley

blood drips from
an unmoving finger
into the clear creek

Posted on May 22, 2021 by B Gourley

Posted on April 23, 2021 by B Gourley

I stare into a rushing stream.
For me, time flows as in a dream.

But the stream knows only one flow —
its tune an endless allegro.

Lord willing -n- the creek don’t run dry.

Taken in August of 2016 in Kashmir

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