THE MOMENTS WE TRAILED

From our new book, The Walking Monk Poems .2:

They shouted out in silence

In the spraying sharing rain

The greens that grow without license

Free feeling and lining every lane

If ever there was moksa on Earth

It was in these moments we trailed

Sensations of newness and rebirth

An unlocking after being jailed

There were three of us in the drizzle

By Mud Creek away from people

In an abode of urban dismissal

And a oneness that had us equal

In years I'm declared as the senior

But physical we are not

In spirit we are all Monseigneur

By the meek knowing we're a dot

Came to a spot where a tree was forest

An ideal stop for a shot

Of three dudes not harassed

In the natural happiness we were caught

– By Bhaktimarga Swami

From Canada Day:

MAY THE SOURCE BE WITH YOU!

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