Toronto, Ontario
The Grapes In Fall
I grabbed a grape while on the walk
Chewed in time to the stepping Croc
Felt the sun that reds the face
Walked along all o’er the place
Down Dupont, a road so plain
Stepped in stride and felt no pain
Moved those limbs in perfect swing
Like light flight on a feathered wing
I sang a song, a mantra low
Picked up speed and went not slow
I had my heart inside my shoes
There was no need to sing the blues
Chant and trek, trek and chant
I beat the mind which says, “I can’t”
I consumed a meal, mmm… so good
Tummy’s fire liked the food
We monks ate with appetite
Eating veggies – a sense delight
“Enough’s enough,” we told the cook
Subuddhi had us on a hook
Then step by step I went on foot
The others cycled on the route
I spotted this grape, was so awesome
I imagine it was once a blossom
It hung from vine by a wall
A feature of the season we call “Fall”
May the Source be with you!
10 KM
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