Busker

I should have been a
Busker, a hungry wanderer
Sentenced to street

Corners or trendy
Market squares, where I
Would strum my

Anecdotes of noble
Journeys for coin and
Meal, offering a

Cryptic smile in
Return, a silent dare for
A flashpoint gaze into

My eyes and I will
Infuse your mind with
Visceral intensities

Of untold anguish and
Darkest fears; of a violated
Child’s frantic despair

At the moment hope has
Failed and from these places,
Love will discover you

© Rob Taylor, 2018


“Spirituality is present solely because human beings exist. The synthesis of spirituality (the energy force of unconditional love) is the extraordinary purpose of the human species. A human being’s decision to opt out (of spiritual effort) does not imply a right to do so. Dodging spiritual responsibility is an act of indifference—or worse.”

Taylor, Rob. The Irreducible Primary: A Dialogue on Nature, Spirituality, and the Human Condition (p. 50). Rob Taylor. Kindle Edition.

3 thoughts on “Busker”

    1. Thank you for sharing 🙏 The photo was taken at the iconic St. Lawrence Marketplace in Toronto, a favourite for buskers over several decades. Loreena McKennitt started her career busking there. ☮️

      1. You are welcome. That’s such a great story and the picture is really captivating. I am heading to Toronto, for the first time, later this month to do some recording with a friend. I am looking forward to taking in all it has to offer and maybe will catch a busker or two.

        Cheers!

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