City life can be so disconcerting. Everything moves so quickly and in such a hurry. The most beautiful part starts in the morning when I awaken to the sounds of such lovely chirpings. But, only for a few moments am I allowed to enjoy such magnificence. This stillness is slowly stripped away as my day begins to move about its way. The busy streets, the appointments to keep, and all the daily responsibilities consume every bit of liberation that we all lost to this falsified generated life of convenience. A very crafty and deceitful trap that was planted so early on that now it appears there can never be a way out. I watch as so many are frantically chasing after something so temporal. You see their hungry faces and can feel their deep cravings for that new insufficient manufactured thing. I believe that they don’t understand or even care that what they are sacrificing is worth so much more than that soon to be obsolete and useless thing.
Early days on the prairie were self-sustaining. Living off the land must have been challenging, but the freedom must have been truly amazing. Hard work of course was required, plowing, growing, cooking, and always preparing. Cautious care was always in motion for all of earth’s precious resources. More time for family, more time for exploring so many details of nature’s never-ending beauty. A perfect peacefulness of the mind and body…. Without the needs of overindulging and so much consuming. No documented cases of cancer or Alzheimer’s. I don’t even think ADHD or Autism was sneaking around. It was so many moons ago when it first happened. First, it was cars then it clambered up to houses, bigger and better as it was increasingly demanded. Radios came providing such a unique imaginary show. T.V’s quietly moved in giving some honest news, but as the years went by so did the growing increase of lies. A device so appealing at the time, it just kept evolving, and no one asked why. Then the computers arrived and the internet being so deliciously divine. The connecting, learning and meeting of other minds, but who knew technology would reach an addictive peak in our time. Is it people I see pass me by, or are they mindless zombies merging quietly and slowly into the endless devouring technology mind?
Time keeps ticking, and we’re all still rushing. Too fast to stop to see what is actually happening. An invisible chain clasped around us all. Quietly we are tricked into this illusionary world.
As my eyes began to open when I contemplated on the morning songs I hear each morning. Just then I was awakened and begin to understand that this precious symphony was the key that can release me from the bondage we are all trapped within. I sat in the garden and watched the life that has been forgotten. How the birds play their soft, reviving melodies, while the bees do their miraculous job of providing us with such a mouthwatering treat. The cool morning breeze brushes across me while it plays to me a soft, welcoming jingle. The sweet smells of mint and lavender seem to sooth my mind. I then gaze upon the sky; spots of clouds are softly floating by. Slowly and freely moving about; separating and joining as they move around. Then all of a sudden without any notice slowly falling drops of rain gently upon my face. What a heavenly gift that nourishes even the tiniest things. Such a perfect order is taking place. This forgotten world you won’t find any fear, nor will you be secretly tangled up and held into bondage.
Back I must go into that illusionary world, but this time only a dip and not my soul.