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In our obsession with the wrong

at least the wrong we find in others

have we forgotten the beauty only found beyond ourselves

in our single-minded focus on the trivial

because we can control the small things (or so we think)

have we ignored the majesty of a universe we have never tamed (and never will)

in our obsession with safety

have we forsaken the thrill of adventure

that can only be found by leaving behind our pride

the birds of spring fly free

in a world of danger but they still sing

the song of their maker

the flower garden may be covered by manure

but seeds buried in filth still blossom

in the warm light of summer

a cloud of butterflies

flutter between the pods of nectar

that provide the energy they need to live

it seems that there is a flow of life in nature

at least in the nature beyond our grasping fingers

while I write this

the television still mutters

in the corner

babbling something about meetings

regulations and how more of this is a sure sign of progress

but somehow the natural world functions

without all this

the rivers continue to flow with a vision

of a greater sea

the woods chatter with stories of living in freedom

and animals making the most of the limited time they are given