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 race...one 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
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,
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.
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