Turning Inside Out
                                     ~ by Wendy LaTulippe ~

     Slice an apple lengthwise and you will find a star. Watch a lowly creature
    thrive with just some dirt inside  a jar. Look up and spy a bird's nest, against
    a skyline bleak. Nature's perfect architecture-a nursery made by beak.

     We humans, we spend so much time in thoughts about  ourselves.
    Accumulating useless things to display upon our shelves. We consume
     and plan for future, and wrestle  with the past, Trade in our spirituality
     to be superior iconoclasts.

     Notice the mathematical accuracy in the design of a pine cone. Witness
     the working society of queen and all her drones. Savor the haunting beauty
     in the call of mourning dove. Rejoice at blossom from seed dropped by
     hapless breeze above.

     We can fret about our mileage, our taxes and our purse. Or perhaps just
     stop a bit to inhale our surrounding universe. The waves will gently lap the
     shore whether we are here or not-Creatures creeping back from near-extinction
     will gladly take our spot.

     The sun will continue to brightly burn, why not feel it on your face? Earth will
     rotate just the same without a human race. The dolphins seem to laugh at us, they
     clearly are amused. And mountain gorillas stare with knowing eyes, curious and
     bemused.

     Pollen kisses flower, old growth gives way to new. A thousandfold of crickets
     strum without regard to you. We can continue to live our lives in some superior
     fog, Or agree the world turns as one big wheel and we are not the cog.

 
 

Thomas Kinkade

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