Atlantic City, NJ, April 15, 1972

Just another escape

By Vladimir Huber

Going around in circles
we try faster and faster.
We start to get dizzy,
but we enjoy it,
since we think we are getting high.
A stone, a person, a river.
The light, the guru, a flow of findings
that just keep on coming.
The stone doesn’t hurt in mind,
but it’s a part and we feel it
deep inside.
We feel all the rest,
‘cause everything is like a stone,
even the guru,
which hurts, for some,
when darkness has been present
for too long, and then we realize.