sidewalks and wildflowers at nautilus teachings

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growing up
sidewalks
were made for
walking
playing hopscotch
laying our
cool, wet,
fresh from the pool
shivering
bodies upon
in the summer
to warm us up…
strolling
to church
or downtown.
sometimes
running to school
upon them
but always
always,
always
sidewalks
led us to
places
people
homes,
they were our
path to new
journeys
learning
laughing
and eventually
the place
where
we would
grow…
you cannot
hide upon
a sidewalk
you are out there
whether
standing
or sitting
you can be seen…
we all played the game
“step on a crack
and you’ll break
your mother’s back…”
or how about
mother may i?
then
just like that
one day
the sidewalk
is gone,
replaced
with driving…
so,
now your life
opens up
it unfolds before
your very eyes
endless
possibilities
of
choices…

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as you motor past
the young
and elderly
still
upon those
patches
of connected
cement
you think,
‘i am done-
leaving,
finding my own path…’
or what the Dixie Chicks
so beautifully sing,
“She needs wide open spaces
Room to make her big mistakes
She needs new faces
She knows the highest stakes…”

as we buzz through life
we forget about
those
cemented memories
of youth
most neighborhoods
don’t even put them
in any more,
so we tend to forget
what it was like
to aimlessly
wander
without fear
of being hit
by a car
without needing
to pay attention…
life has changed.
the old neighborhoods
sidewalks
are cracked
many in disrepair
and if you do see a
long never-ending
segmented
piece of land
no doubt you have
to share it with
the bicyclists and
skateboarders
which is all fine
but you can’t
just let go
roam
with your headphones on
and dream…

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now a days
people barely look up
from their cell phones
life whizzes by them
as they
find pokemon
check email
talk on the phone
post on social media…
so today i want
you to think
about all those cracks
in all the sidewalks
all across
our beautiful
united states of america
the land of the free
the home of the brave,
i want you to think about
the hands that built
this country
the men who put in
those sidewalks
the kids who
grew up
upon them
the old people
who strolled down them,
then take a drive
to a neighborhood
that has them.
get out
and walk…
notice
all the wildflowers
growing
in the separating cement ,
sure there
will be weeds
but most of the weeds
have buds on them toooooooo…
stop your life for
15 minutes
stroll aimlessly
down a cracked sidewalk
and be forever
grateful that you
you
are
the wildflower
that grows
up from
that crack…
you are
strong
beautiful
original…
then get back
in your car
and never forget
this truth
so beautifully stated
by
Leonard Cohen-
“there is a crack
in everything.
that’s how the light
gets in.”
so baby,
let your
cracked light shine
and illuminate
beautiful
wonderful
YOU!

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