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*FRIENDS And FANTASY* Come In The Darndest Pkgs!

FINS…FEATHERS…FOUR  LEGGEDS…&  TWO  LEGGEDS  TOO?

I SIT HERE in the middle of a forest where woods and streams surround me.  The overwhelming growth consumes me as my limitations in perceiving things frantically attempt to make an immediate capture.

I BEGIN naming things.  That’s a leaf…a branch…a tree…a brook…the sky.  Time and again I catch myself,   for to look at that same flower without any name,   I begin to see miniature worlds of wonder.

Once merely a rock riddled with algae,   now becomes a moss covered palace of velvet green splendor.  The trees become instruments of a mighty orchestra.  The streams and brooks become the voice of a thundering chorus.  The sky becomes maestro in shading and lighting.

I STAND in the middle of civilization with a busy metropolis surrounding me.  I find myself thinking…buildings…traffic…people.

When I LOOK AGAIN,  buildings become variations of fascinating form,  traffic becomes a symbol of our threatening yet ever changing norm.

Instead of seeing people,  I SEE individual persons.  Masses of gender suddenly appear in likeness of one another yet difference in character.  When I look very closely,  I see in one single human form all the combinations of these masses in miniature.

Males look like females who look like males and females look like males who look like females.

I see with amazement how this very sight models the schools of fish in the ocean,  each looking different yet resembling the other.  I can see in birds,  plants and animals,  themselves as relatives to the WHOLE SCHEME of things.

Everywhere I go I see reflections of myself and others.  I am warmed by the statement “humans are created equal”  yet I am cooled by the devastating ‘hole’ it has left in the WHOLE of humankind.  We are created equal ONLY in the way that we are equipped with the same basic tools,  WE  ARE  NOT  EQUALS  IN  THE  WAY  IN  WHICH  WE  USE  THEM.

Author/Elaine Neihardt Smith            www.motionOsis.com

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TERRORISM !!!

Terrorist torture continues its wrath in this United States Of America.

The act of destruction toward another human being or property is terrorism at its best.

Rape,  murder,  molesting children,   mental or physical abuse  are all crimes of terror and must be CHARGED  as  TERRORISM.

Wake Up America…or does your  ‘freedom’  or  ‘right to privacy’  get in the way.

This country is  ‘237 yrs’  old,  an infant that doesn’t seem to want to grow up.

Beware of the INEVITABLE…the most powerful force of our own creation. 

Author/Lane            www.motionOsis.com

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“NATURE”

Off into the distance I look to see,  the height, breadth and depth of thee.  Thine eyes scaling the highest peak,  only begins the search I seek.

Across the mighty plains I scan,  seeming more the wonderment in his plan.

Below the valleys dip and curve,  bearing quiet knowledge that they too serve.

These moments shared of brief pleasures,  touch upon another of life’s treasures.

I listen to the stillness……feel the presence of the bigness out there,  like the softness of a whisper, speaks the silence everywhere.

Comes suddenly this feeling  welling up within,  filling any emptiness that has ever been.

Again,  tuned in oneness with all nature has to bear,  shows the purpose and its meaning that a human must share.

Author:  Elaine Neihardt Smith            www.motionOsis.com

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‘California Gold’

If you’re lucky enough to live in the state of California, you struck  ‘gold.’

The hearty hand from a bear hug of a man graciously escorted you from highways to skyways over towns & woods touching the hearts and souls of its people.

Enroute he led with ease and simplicity across  ‘mother earth’ and all her inhabitants. Whether trees, rocks or streams, they joined in the chorus of living things.  Buildings came to life in  tribute to human lives of toil and sacrifice.  People who might never have been known, were seen and heard.

What else could that touch of  ‘gold’  light up but only the  face of an ‘angel’…… our one and only beloved  ‘HUELL HOWSER.’   He gave us beauty, we honor his peace.

Lane/Author      www.motionOsis.com

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FRIENDS and FANTASY Come In The Darndest Pkgs!

FINS…FEATHERS…FOUR LEGGEDS…& Two Leggeds TOO?

I SIT HERE  in the middle of a forest where woods and streams surround me. The overwhelming growth consumes me as my limitations in perceiving things frantically attempt to make an immediate capture.

I begin naming things. That’s a leaf…a branch…a tree…a brook…the sky. Time and again I catch myself, for to look at that same flower without any name, I begin to see miniature worlds of wonder.

Once merely a rock riddled with algae, now becomes a moss covered palace of velvet green splendor. The trees become instruments of a mighty orchestra. The streams and brooks become the voice of a thundering chorus. The sky becomes maestro in shading and lighting.

I STAND  in the middle of civilization with a busy metropolis surrounding me. I find myself thinking…buildings…traffic…people.

When I look again, buildings become variations of fascinating form, traffic becomes a symbol of our threatening yet ever changing norm.

Instead of seeing people, I see individual persons. Masses of gender suddenly appear in likeness of one another yet difference in character. When I look very closely, I see in one single human form all the combinations of these masses in miniature.

Males look like females who look like males and females look like males who look like females.

I see with amazement how this very sight models the schools of fish in the ocean, each looking different yet resembling the other. I can see in birds, plants and animals, themselves as relatives to the ‘whole scheme’ of things.

Everywhere I go I see reflections of myself and others.  I am warmed by the statement  ‘humans are created equal’ yet I am cooled by the devastating ‘hole’ it has left in the WHOLE of humankind. We are created equal ONLY in the way that we are equipped with the same basic tools, we are not equals in the way in which we use them.   Authored By Lane   www.motionOsis.com

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