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Adam stood under the tree and said, “What happened to our Garden;

Was it something we did?”


“I’m not sure”, replied Eve, “but this time let’s share our fruit”.


And in a bountiful World, there’s a race against time and Man wants to win.

Whatever the cost.


“There’s only so much to go around!”, warns a mother who with her hungry

child watches to see who wins the she is not running but feels she

is destined to lose.


Man, in his competitive world, cannot see her, he cannot even feel her but he

must own her pain because they are One and his choices help create her fall

or her fun. His hurdle awaits him over the finished line, perhaps then he’ll

confront the truth he left behind.


And the animals run a race that they don’t understand because they exist as

one part of one whole in a world where winners and losers aren’t real. The

gorilla speaks out “We see only what is, we don’t ask “what can I be?”, “we

don’t question our life”, says the panda. We don’t ask, “What’s in it for me?”.

The tortoise looks up and says, “Just let it be...the future is there for us all to

see, eventually!”


And as our audience applauds that our man is winning, blind as they are to

the nonsense in that, for our losers are generally the wisest amongst us.

They have suffered to see the value in all that we have.


Our original thinkers dig holes and plant trees in li ving memory of animals

gone. “Our actions acknowledge the imaginations we have to create a world

which is loved”

“ which is held”

“ one of fun.”


And in a stadium which once bore the forest, the seeds of all life, The Garden,

our home


Where termites live in a world of connection, cooperating and raising their

children as one. Their flag shows not division, but one home we cannot own.


Can we share with them that fact?

Then gone will be the fight.

And we will share once again a Garden of Light.


Copyright BreakAway Art P/L

The Human Race

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