The voice of the city is getting loud
Her perfume is irritating me
Her arrogance makes me mad
So I don’t want to stay here, I want to flee
I like her, and I am planning to build with her
But sometimes I desire a transfer
I would, therefore, catch myself scheming
Betraying our union by dreaming

There is one that I have seen in my mind
One completely unknown to my charts
Unknown but familiar with her kind
Presented in tales told through the telling trade
On a drawing board beautifully portrayed
I will not be sold on the joy of escapism
Nor will I purchase a virtual reality
I am whole and in me dwells no schism
My spirit and mind are in perfect harmony

But close your eyes and picture a field
The sun shines brightly and the day is young
You are in no need of sword nor shield
For you don’t need to be strong
Let the wind’s tender touch comfort you
As your naked feet kisses the morning dew
There is no one, there is nothing
Time has stopped so no need for running

You can hear the birds singing their sweet melody
Accompanied by the crickets’ soft percussion
Nature joined in sweet harmony
As an encouragement in your indulged passion
Far, far away from the city’s voice
Far, far away from the burden of choice
For Far, far away seems to be where my heart is
During this time of mental crisis

Would you keep your eyes closed?

 

This Post Has 4 Comments

  1. Richard Bowler

    Yes, I understand this sentiment. By this time of year I think we suffer acute Creation withdrawal, Nature’s dormancy no longer in sync with our spirit’s longing for life, growth, vitality. And then, of course, there is always the tension in modern humanity’s gathering into urban areas to collectively form some type of life, yet the very artificial, en masse world we create militates against our need for fields and dew, sunshine and noiseless wanderings and a sense of ourselves.
    I think this is why I yearn for both pre-automobile, pre-industrial revolution villages and centres in Europe, which display an appreciation for public space – courtyards, squares, parks, fountains – where the people can gather and just be. Also, I have been blessed to have had many excursions into wilderness areas -places that speak of vastness, whether mountains or ocean; of being raw and unmolded by man; where great creatures still reside and an element of smallness is communicated to our souls, of being welcomed as a guest, but not an urban developer, not a resource extractor.
    In our time, in our place, so little speaks of communion with God, with the dimensions beyond this retail reality we live and die in.

    1. BénédictKiza

      I agree with you! Thank you for sharing your thoughts.

  2. Ang

    This is so good! Thanks for this.

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