…. there’s my taxi
A chariot in a 21st century
Bhagavad Gita,
The Holy Spirit
stretching necks
Every passenger an Arjuna
Fighting through to our
One Heart.

There is, for every Authenticity,
The choice of expressing,
Either by making It into a fiction,
or by being yourself
risk making yet another faction.
That is, unless the route is accepted
between the yes and no ….

Then, anything can happen,
For Love is in total control of that interval.

Lord Krishna driving Prince Arjuna on the battlefield as recounted in The Bhagavad Gita written 4500 years ago. – the archetypal taxi driver.