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Date Posted:20:38:37 04/17/01 Tue Author: WindWalker Subject: The Picture
The Picture
I dreamt life was really simple:
it was a picture in the mind;
it was a page in a photo album;
it was a child's colouring book
with plenty of room to add pictures of your own:
that's all it really was...
So, I went up a hill
overlooking a sprawling City called Anywhere
and I took a picture.
of high-rises, and smog, and garbage;
of clogged streets and factories and arcades
among which humans crawled, walked and worked
it seems, so unhappily:
no one had yet put the smiles on their faces.
I scanned my picture later in the day
and saw all the things I didn't like,
so I erased them very gently,
careful to leave the people
and all the pretty, natural, wonderful things
holding their place in time and space.
Then I added all the things I do like
and found deep joy in my picture,
so I took it to bed with me
and put it under my pillow
thinking that in doing so,
life would be simple again, hoping,
in love I would dream
the dream of transformation.
If you're a commuter to the City...
be careful when you enter its streets
in the morning!
A surprise or two may await you there
in the morning! In the good morning!
