Inspirations come in many forms
and so does the voice from high above.
One never knows,
Where the blessings are bestowed-
Yet to keep an open mind,
will generate ease when tensions arise.
Especially when one is hopeful,
One can surpass the challenges
that are given on a daily basis.
Through the streets,
I waited for my bus to arrive,
While holding a fishing pole
On my way to work,
I met with a homeless man riding
his bike and at the same time,
pushing his market basket.
He stopped to sell me some underwear,
I said, ”no thank you.”
I asked if he wanted an oatmeal cookie,
He said he had no teeth to eat.
I gave him some change and asked his name.
Mark and I conversed about 2012,
Jesus and Mary his mother and the Koran.
We conversed about the tower of Babel,
Mainly about unity and what mankind could do,
If it was all a collective,
To a greater perspective,
than just the I’s or the just me’s.
The consciousness.
There was a glare in his eyes,
Yet he was shaking and slightly twitching.
It was cold. He wore a tattered sarape, a gray beanie,
and his beard was braided with rubber bands
to form one strand.
We chatted until my bus arrived.
There was a message,
The voice of everything
was resounding through his lungs
while he held a cigarette in one hand.
It was good standing there,
In this philosophical mood.
We learn many lessons from each person we meet,
and along the way there are various inspirations.
Peace to all. (C)

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 24.11.2011

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