A Cowboy’s Soul

It was a dainty little town, yes,

Sleepy and calm,

With a happy river tumbling along

Nipping playfully at its feet.

And you could go to the salon

For a spot of beer sometimes,

Or better, lie in the sunny meadow

With hat covering smiling face,

Head resting on sweetheart’s softest lap.
But maybe the Town of Love

Ain’t where a cowboy lives long,

But has to leave his heart behind,

And hit the dusty, parched trail.

For it’s not in the guitar

Or in the Colt or the tireless horse,

But in the endless blue blue sky,

That the soul of a cowboy lies,

And where it slowly slowly heals.

I have always been a great believer. I've flitted from one belief to another, from religion to atheism and from one philosophy to another, until I finally settled on J. Krishnamurti whose philosophy is that there is no philosophy. So now I firmly believe that there is nothing to believe. Now such a belief would, I believe, have been considered dangerous to society if the authorities had believed me to be of any consequence. No man of consequence they believe would waste his time on the pursuit of blogging!

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3 comments on “A Cowboy’s Soul
  1. shagun says:

    just a simple request- “never ever stop writing these posts”
    I just love your blog..!!

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