i love how sheep look

Reminds me of a poem [urging fallowness of mind a la Wordwind's shaman]:

What is this life if full of care
We have no time to stand and stare?
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows

BTW, de Troy, when you say you love the way sheep "look", do you mean you love the way they look [as in "stare"], or you love the way they appear to you as you look at them ... or both?

As the poet says, "standing and staring" may be something we can learn from sheep and cows.

As an aside, when we "stare", are we not doing more than merely "looking"? Are we not in "awe"?

There is awe to be experienced, complexity and beauty, in the simplest and most mundane of things, wouldn't you say?

How often we miss it. [As another poet said, "one glimpse of it within the tavern caught, better than in the temple lost outright".]

Is it not revealing that even as we have less and less time in the blur of modern life to "stand and stare", we also have less poetry in our lives, and none in our schools?