I don't undestand how that poem is listed as spiritual.
Where's the beauty?
Where's the love?
Where's anything that enhances life?
What's your hurry?
Why the fury?
Disgruntled attitude is not the way.
Unless, I guess, it get's you through the day,
But then tomorrow will be just the same,
And you'll be looking for someone else to blame.
People aren't dicks.
They just haven't awakened yet.
When you pick the first ripe tomato off the vine,
It doesn't mean the rest are not impoirtant.
Life is how you see it,
And you never see it all at once.
Watch the flow.
Watch the becoming.
See where you can lend a helping hand,
And know that you can help expand,
The harmony that feels so fine,
When we're all there at the finish line,
Rooting for you as if it's us,
Cause that's what we do when we're full of love,
And teaching our children just because,
They will learn somewhere!
