Saturday, 22 August 2020

Monday, August 17, 2020

Toronto, Ontario

 

Dark Moments

 

I am writing to contend with a sleepless night,

A pain more bothersome than a deep, sharp bite.

And I know there are supposed to be remedies out there,

Been tried again and again I may silently declare.

Everyone will want to be a doctor right now,

Sound advice tends to benefit little and not endow.

To count sheep, or chant mantras, is the likely technique,

I think prayers from others would be really unique.

I was driven today to Cherry Beach for a swim,

To relax nerves and bring some calm within.

We read of Krishna as son and a conjugal lover.

He relishes servitude and even acts as a brother.

We ate potatoes with a real scrumptious sauce,

You know, among veggies, they’re the real boss.

And our staircase kirtan was to warm the soul,

After a fresh rain shower I felt clean and whole.

The night walk, however, did not contribute to the slumber,

For after, time dragged, as I watched each clock’s number.

I have come to accept this malady as an ongoing curse,

I am relieved, somewhat, that Dickens had it worse.

He sauntered the streets of London at evening,

But shaped his books characters; had their beginning.

Perhaps then I’ll resort to artistic expression,

At those wee hours, which usually causes depression.

If I give up hope I’ll enter a dark tunnel,

Like walking, I’m tested, avoid the puddle, don’t stumble.

 

May the Source be with you!

5 km

 

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