It was a very scenic, long drive to the area of Quebec City. A gracious host, Priya Radha, invited our troupe to her home for chanting and a talk. There was food and fun.
On the way to her home, at I’sle de Neige, I read to our troupe a recent poem I wrote about some observances of the world. This does not reflect on Radha Priya and her program. This is a first draft of “Culture? Do We Have One?”
Culture? Do We Have One?
Culture? Do we have one?
With waterways spoiled
And precious air done
The indigenous we foiled
We frequent and huddle
At cannabis, liquor, adult stores
A darkness veiled so sweetly subtle
Have junk food pass through our doors
The super-sensitive have a voice
Say nothing about nothing
A politically-correct selective choice
F-talks, rampant like anything
Offspring? Who needs them?
Too expensive, an excess
A “no kidding” program
But I must have my sex
A perplexed gender gen
Directions go every which way
What to do? And when?
Guru device knows what to say
Abuse? So much on the loose
Protection would be heaven-sent
Life is a neck to a noose
On our short-term body rent
Entitlement? I have my rights
Not working on my wrongs
I choose my battles, my fights
And listen to bashing songs
“Attitude” is a cynic’s spine
In a world of depleted values
With moral fibres on decline
It is the time of cultureless fellows
- Composed by Bhaktimarga Swami, The Walking Monk©
Source: http://thewalkingmonk.blogspot.com/2022/06/friday-june-3-2022.html
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