The other day I wrote a poem after being surprised to meet……
as I began my morning walk…a guitar stain in the street.
Well, it appears looking that a stain in the street is similar to looking at the clouds…
There are so many interpretations it would make Hermann Rorschach proud.
Where I saw a guitar (perhaps influenced by listening to Walter Parks play his under a crescent moon)…another friend saw something else…a teddy bear…holding a balloon.
Still another friend, (I imagine perhaps a fan of the Grateful Dead)
also saw a teddy bear but with a mushroom growing out its head.
Finally another person looking at this stain…unbeknownst to me…
saw another teddy bear…this one praying beneath a tree.
So I took another look at my stain…and smiled…
their interpretations were not at all bizarre…
for now that they had mentioned it…I could see a teddy bear in my guitar.
In fact…the more I looked at that stain…in the street…innocently lying there…
my mind it kept changing back and forth…from guitar back to teddy bear.
And I thought…this just another lesson nature is teaching me…
how we all can look at the same thing…yet see it differently?
How we need to listen more to one another…
because the truth is not alway easy to ascertain….
How there are more than one way to look at things…
just like there's more than one way to view a stain…
And although I can see your teddy bears in my guitar…
(he looks a little like Winnie the Pooh)
I believe if you see him praying,
carrying a balloon
or with a mushroom growing from his head
Mr. Rorschach would like to talk to you!
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