You look like someone that I used to know
As I almost walk into a street sign
that could have been death instead.
I can't help but wonder if making laws
that shouldn't need to be made
or signs that seem over-played,
is a necessity, because
common sense is anything but common.
All you have to do is watch the news so rotten.
Or scan the headlines, if you're already so depressed...
You just can't get any less impressed.
It seems our species
has lost the plot completely.
A lot of people won't say "hi"
And I don't know why.
Maybe they're just shy?
Stuck in their own space
Happy days in happy places
Are treasures to cherish.
Because you never know
The creaking tree could come crashing down
You just never know.
And call me crazy
But I think I know what they say.
Bluejay bursts in, blatantly billowing.
And the buzzing!
I sense a message
That might make sense
in another language
Like a moth chasing a flame
Or a bird chasing that moth - in vain.
One cicada, two cicada, three cicada, chorus
By the creek,
And in the forest
Where the cheeky chickadee chirps,
And then the chainsaw
A blast back to reality,
An outlaw, the machine...
... messing with my meditative mindset,
Oh, the hypocrisy!
Could it be prophecy?
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On a walk through town and forest
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Along Spencer Creek, or, Why I Love Living in, Our Valley Town, Dundas, Ontario
I love Dundas so I'm gonna show it with my pictures!
~ Navajo Prayer ~
In beauty may I walk.
All day long may I walk.
Through the returning seasons may I walk.
Beautifully will I possess again...
Beautifully joyful birds...
On the trail marked with pollen may I walk.
With grasshoppers about my feet may I walk.
With dew about my feet
may I walk.
With beauty may I walk.