July 2010
Thoughts bound by the earth’s crust
Clinging to much that spins away
Imprisoned inside a mind
Tutored to pray
At the toll gates of trust
I watch a terrain of slides
Move and sift history flung by prophetic saints
Together yet themselves a story
Each slide a century of guilt
Preserved and pickled by eternity’s child
Now grown to manhood
Still outward bound
Seeking, forever seeking, the Sheppard of Bells
Softly tinkling on a mountain side.
I pause in midair, take stock
And return to grow older
Inside a thought that has no end.
Baru Gobira 2010
Inside a thought that has no end.
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