Orchids of paradise adjacent to birds of paradise. What do you see, across this busy street? Carloads of people cross your vistas. But, do you see the persons in them? Or, do you see only the outer shell? For life in the fast lane is only a shadow. Shadowy people whizzing past, like cardboard forms. Elaborately decorated by the cars they drive, along this busy boulevard. Their essence of life is different from yours. You of the soil, they the pavement. Your roots -- firmly grounded -- they rootless. Your pace of life is slow, but steady, you grow everyday. You are subject to the vagaries of nature. The shadows have no rules. Perhaps, that is the reason, you do not really see them. Your form of consciousness is subject to rules from the force of nature.[c]1999 by Rosemary Winters Tracey |
