Morning rises on the lake

With ancient wonders

Wise and deep

 

The loon is calling

Through misty veils

Awakens from her peaceful sleep

 

In the silence on hidden trails

We humbly listen

When nature speaks

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The trees whispered softly

All is one not asunder

Bathed in the sunshine

Of her deep breath wonder

 

Light your fires she declares

And transcend fading light

For yesterday was dawn

Today is night

 

In the sacred garden where silence speaks truth

To our madness unbounded so thoughtless aloof

But her wisdom she rises together so high

Between lofty wonders touching the sky

 

He was born with a small mind.

Nonetheless, over time his head ballooned to epic proportions, yet the mind within this vapid space remained stubbornly small.  It was his good fortune however to live in a time of smallness, of pettiness, a time when the smallest minds ruled the world and were granted the greatest rewards for their smallness.  No accolades too grand for these masters of petty thoughts.

Surrounded by many other small minds, they pillaged a planet, while lost in a sea of smallness.  But in the unbounded euphoria of the age, it was very popular to be small-minded; indeed competitions flourished to manifest the greatest degree of small mindedness.

Of course there were great thinkers and ideas in this era of hollow pursuits, but they were not permitted to see the light of day.  They were not allowed to enter the consciousness of the modern mind since they ran the risk of expanding it to new horizons where new ways of living might be perceived and, dare it be thought, realized.

The dictates of the smallest minds could never allow this to happen.  The perniciousness of their souls would never allow this to happen.

And so the tyranny of smallness, untethered from reality, continued its wayward trajectory until what minds of greater acuity predicted would happen, happened:  mother earth rendered her omnipotent conclusion to this parade of pettiness, infantilism and smallness.

Future archaeologists of extraterrestrial origin possessing vastly higher levels of intelligence and experience would later explore this cosy blue and green backwater, discover evidence of a once thriving ‘civilization’ and render their own conclusion:  once again an emerging species of ‘higher’ intelligence made the classic mistakes of allowing their technologies, greed and fatal dismissal of their own environments to outpace their moral, social and intellectual development.

So concludes another small story.

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There’s beauty in the forest

The sound of songbird sings

Sonnets in a clear blue sky

Of lessons nature brings

 

As mother earth ponders silent

What have my children wrought?

Beneath the stars of lofty gaze

Is my wisdom all for naught?

 

But in the forest by the creek

The truth of nature flows

Guiding us to what we seek

And learn from she who knows