Let’s all get awayXXXXX Brother Ben writes magical poetry woven with wonder…

The Sacred Art of Language

the road

I am going away again

Away from the constant

Hustle and noise –

The incessant bee-hive drone

Of the city


Out there past the land of pick-up trucks

And gravel dust

And corn fields waving in the wind


Out there deep in the hills

Where a lonely two-lane winds

Through primeval forest


Where the streams run cold and clean

And the stars shine bright and clear


Where all the notes of Nature’s song

Sing out loud and un-obstructed


Out there the whole Earth is like a great drum

Pulsing with life and music

And I am a bead of sweat glistening on its skin

Dancing to the rhythm


I’ll find a little lakeshore

Somewhere out there

Somewhere no one ever goes

And by the light of a dying fire

Fall asleep, listening…


To the bullfrogs down by the water

To the locusts that are everywhere singing out


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