Its my choice

“My dear soul, flee from the worthless,

stay close only to those with a pure heart.

Like attracts like.

A crow will lead you to the graveyard,

a parrot to a lump of sugar.”

― Rumi

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Lord

here I sit

far away from my mountains and trees

my sunrises

and deer

in the world of fast food

freeways

and fog

here I sit in the place where politicians lurk

and power is the coin of the realm

where fear rules the day

and the crows like carrion hover

over the graveyard of souls

where people still walk and talk

breathe

and sometimes even think

but where the walking dead rule

were energy is drained

creativity stifled

and negativity hangs in the air like a

heavy morning mist

but Lord

you know that like attracts like

energy comes from energy

love comes from love

and I am the one who has the choice!

I can be a person who is positive and caring, and compassionate,

or

I can join the walking dead

I can hover with the crows

Lord

I think on this gray day

a little color and flair would be nice

I think I’ll be a parrot