Zen Bicycle

On the long ride all else may fade away

Except the slender machine you straddle

Gliding quiet and smooth along the way

Neither pain of knee or chafe of saddle 

Upon the gyroscopically stable

Pacific state of the rider intrude

As the steady pace the soul enables

To achieve a singular solitude

Wherein a person easily decides

The wisdom or folly of their beliefs

As all other thought ceases and they ride

Onward, relentlessly without relief 

Body an intimate tool of motion

Automatic mode of transportation  

A mind as restless as the ocean

Calmed to a most quiet contemplation

Illuminating everything held dear

In light revealed by openness of mind

Much that was obscured suddenly made clear

Truth is available for you to find

This is one reason that I like

Very much to ride my bike