The monk is confused as he sits, and the man climbs on the ride.
An imaginary veil covers the head as the helmet is put on.
Forearms stretched and they grip the handle bars like the chin mudra that controls the chi flow.
The engine is revved as the breathing starts.
As the closed eyes gravitate near their center the focus sets on the middle of the road.
The rider passes the busy streets and signals as the mind wanders around the distractions and worries.
The breathing sets into a rhythm as the speed began to increase and steady.
The bike hits the city outskirts into the highway and the mind begins to ignore the surroundings and focusing on the nothing.
A peace sets in, with the mind sinking deep inside the soul and the bike cruising on the highway - both of them running away from the troubling things.
Alas the monk opens his eyes to the light of enlightenment; the rider closes his against the light seeking his nirvana...
(Earlier ending for the above : The peace is broken as the eyes are opened, and the bones are broken as the eyes are closed. )
(the above pic dedicated to my ride, my horse on the track, my camel in the desert and my rat in the tunnels)
