We’re shut up in a space capsule-
black ceiling-
starred with lights,
only a frightening void beyond.
A ‘void‘ because
what exists there we do not know-
cannot possibly know,
for, so far beyond human comprehension
it is.
So far beyond our limited understanding
of what it-
this–
all means…
Thinking that we’re the ‘be all and end all’-
egotistical-
the nature of what it means to be human-
self-centred
(thinking that we’re at the centre of everything)
when, the reality is that…
If all of us-
all of humanity–
were to disappear
tomorrow,
then, Mother Nature?
She would not miss us.
In our abscence
she would rejoice
in blissful ignorance,
as though we were never there in the first place:
Birds still singing,
wind still blowing,
water still flowing,
life still…
‘life-ing.’
Because, like the age old question of:
‘Do falling trees still make a noise when there’s no one there to hear them fall?’
(the answer: yes)-
everything is happening everywhere,
all the time,
(and, will continue to happen everywhere,
all the time)
whether we’re there to see it/
hear it,
or not.
Proof of this?
I never go to the Peak District during the week, only on a Saturday, but, today, as I’m writing this, it is Monday, and, here I am.
Everything is the same.
Fairly quiet,
but,
the same.
And, tomorrow when I’m not here,
tomorrow when I’m on a plane on my way to Gibraltar, it will still be the same.
And the day after that,
and the day after that,
day after day after day-
the same.
And so, you see?
While I’m at home-
hoovering,
fretting,
obsessing–
about all the superficialities of this thing we call ‘life‘,
Mother Nature?
She just is.
She just exists
in pure consciousness–
at one
with everything.
For,
Mother Nature has no ego.
She doesn’t care for all the frivolities
of humanity
(this being the way we all should be-
‘indifferent‘)…
And so,
I think that we can all take a lesson from her
(she is our Mother, in the truest sense of the word, after all)-
a Mother who…
doesn’t care if it’s a weekend
or a bank holiday
or a normal working day-
every day is the same to her,
for, days don’t exist in her world.
Time doesn’t exist.
Every day is simply a continuation
of the last.
Every day
‘just is’-
existing in perfect harmony/
in beautiful tranquility.
Existing for no one,
but,
herself…
A parting message..
‘Starve The Ego,
Feed The Soul.’
This is Mother Nature’s lesson
to us all.
Let us thank her,
Let us learn from her,
Let us be her-
at one.
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