"Poets are the sense, philosopher, the intelligence of
humanity.”
A Milestone
A meditating milestone
Half buried in the Earth
Never weather –beaten
A perfect union of time and space
Receiving the piss of a dog
And
The glances of drivers
of cars
With equanimity
Waiting and watching
All that pass by in day and night
With a painted and numbered face
Which tells you have to move ahead
But never moving anywhere
There are hundred of milestones
Between life and death
And there are hundreds
Of starting points for us
Start anywhere ,never stand rooted
A milestone tells us to move
But it cannot move, but we can.
And what are we waiting for ...
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