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Open Poetry #35

The Simple Man

WindWalker
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since 2001-10-12

Posts 1218

0 posted 2005-06-02 01:37 AM

Birds call forth the rising sun,
rejoice at the dawning of day
and without any ulterior motives.
So does the simple man
lying in tall grass, eyes closed
wondering about all of creation,
feeling as one with all things.

But just beyond his idyllic view
the city’s polluted reality
also comes alive in the morning:
he weeps silently in his hunger,
wondering why man makes all things
more complicated than they need to be,
forever running through a pointless maze
yet seemingly getting nowhere.

Considered worthless and shiftless,
he doesn't play by the rules,
riding his bicycle down and up streets
collecting bottles and cans thrown away
by people who have no time to care:
he doesn't fit society's mould;
does not understand the clutter,
the noisy, harmful ways.

Sadly he rides on
though with hope he looks upon the city
from the top of a denuded hill
for in his sleep he has seen a vision:
the dance of life that rejects none
and he walks the way of love,
the only way he knows,
in understanding and acceptance.

SEA