Wednesday, December 18th, 2024
Yorkville, Toronto
A WHILE BACK
PART 1
When I was young (a while back)
Before school, I’d go to church
Felt peace, never under attack
Like a happy bird on its perch
No one told me to go
I just felt the impulse
I thought, “Here I can grow
This is God’s house”
Blocked out from the rat race world
Things were just calm inside
Rare to see a boy or girl
Maybe an elder by my side
The message was clear – Love
For the Creator, the neighbour
I was in a secret Respect Club
Something anyone would favour
Sundays were different – a crowd
The vibe was of gratitude
Which was expressed fairly loud
Executed in an amiable mood
In the form of a song
Seats were fairly hard
Hearts soft, lungs strong
Being there, I was doing my part
PART 2
As a teenager, I went to concerts
Where the stage was the lit altar
Guys in flirt shirts, girls in belts for skirts
The band pumped out pop culture
Guitars and drums got around
With a theme of a kind of love
We were captivated, lost in loud sound
Our passion hormones fit in that glove
Then theatrics came, the electric chair
Heading us to a dark gladiator
I began to question how I fare
I became an internal debater
The world was becoming vulgar
Censorship lost its meaning
Lustre gone, dull your colour
What should I believe in?
Went on an inner search
Still loving the beat of the drum
Reflecting on the peace in church
Didn’t wanna be a beach bum
I wanted to give, contribute
Important was to have a song
I wanted to speak, not to be mute
To do right, and not do wrong
PART 3
So, what was, or what went right?
It happened in college
Some monks were on site
There to spread their knowledge
And using casual persuasion
I met one downtown in the snow
Dressed like Buddha, he was Caucasian
God, he looked as though
He was detached from this realm
Later, I met five of them
Singing to an exotic drum
Not hymn, not rock, but mantram
Were they on some kind of drug?
Sunk in a song sung by The Beatles
I thought this was more than chug-a-lug
And more than injecting needles
I hosted them, I was inquisitive
They shared song, wisdom, food
It all seemed so superlative
They were the coolest of dudes
Very driven and had purpose
I was accepted into their brotherhood
No need for me to be nervous
I was called to be self-understood
I found my niche, Haribol!
MAY THE SOURCE BE WITH YOU!
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