Brother's Room What was he looking for? He didn't find it here. Certain people never do, so he's gone away I fear. Brothers, sitting on the roof, both to learn and teach, or they're running in the ocean waves, at midnight on the beach. Young man sitting in the attic, toking on a bong, listening to music, but hearing a different song. Brothers riding through the woods, and coming to a field, the dust rolls up behind them, freed by their wandering wheels. A child was kissed and cherished, when he found an important key, so he began to search for more, until he found eternity. Brothers sitting on the roof, discussing Revelations, with stars above and earth below, they talk of wars and nations. Brothers living in the world, and searching for a buzz, friends or foes, but never strangers, brother's door was never closed. My brother's room is empty now, he's living there no more, and I can never enter, now, for when he slept he closed the door. Maharimi Karotlovitch, Dec. 13, 1976 ;i.c