Ashram Poem by Eric Ratcliffe

Ashram



Thought was almost a wave-form,
an elusive violet
beamed from internal antennae;
western truths were without substance.

It was the way of non-violence;
the spirit was on their faces,
sun in their empty shoes
- the spinning wheel a symbol.

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Eric Ratcliffe

Eric Ratcliffe

Teddington, England
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