This is one of my earliest poems, dating from 1973.


The shrine

Morning shrine
you are mine.
Silently pours your wine.

The peace that gaze
so full of grace
is the shrine
that I embrace.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2005-11-15 at 17:00

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Bob
The poem is written at dawn in a jail cell in Istanbul. I always woke up early to do my yoga and meditation at that time.
2005-11-16



beautiful in a quiet and smiling way...
2005-11-15