Friday, April 1, 2011
Sacred Roads
One exceedingly frustrated and angry Alice
calmed down as she sang a medley of old
Cape songs, doing the sea voyage with the
Alibama again, the rietkooinooi waiting for
sleeping upon, crying about bokkie who
has to go home alone
Soon marching with a smiling face, invaded
the library seeking the perfect book for a
dream, zoomed in on The Third Eye by her
favourite Lobsang Rampa, sought elevation
by adding Journey of Self-Discovery by His
Divine Grace Swami Prabhupada
And the happy promise of something new –
Nicolas Shardy’s Sacred Roads, Adventures
From The Pilgrimage Trail, Pocket Histories
Of World Religions - the key word ‘adventure’
always intrigues; any new book that seems
interesting is a treat, a weekend feast...
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