January 3, 2013 ·


We never know
When it’s gonna hit


Confusion or bliss
Turmoil or peace


Have any experience long enough
And we start thinking it’s gonna stick


But it never does


This life is a train passing by
Car after car offering
one experience after another


In which ones do we want to linger?
From which ones do we want to escape?


Is there a reality outside of this train?
And from There, is there any reality in it?


Who is the Watcher of the train?


Who remains unattached to the experiences within?


We ride for the thrill of it
Or we disembark and rest


And we realize we have that choice

Or we don’t


Either way, when we die
We sink back into the Watcher
Whether we choose to or not


The train disappears


And all that’s left is…



2 Responses to “Boxcars”

  1. marilyn Schriner on October 7th, 2015 8:32 pm

    I love boxcar artwork
    Have always loved trains.
    Your poem fits
    These stretched heart strings

  2. admin on October 7th, 2015 9:14 pm


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