Geared up for achievement,
Accomplishment… “At all costs.”
Selling souls for the “Almighty Dollar.”
Forgetting soul’s worth.
In our fast-moving, yet non-enduring habitat,
A snail or turtle’s tempo is misaligned,
And undervalued.
The lightning paced, quick-witted fox,
Clever monkey, lion or tiger, so strong and swift,
The handsome and graceful gazelle…
All fare better,
In this breakneck space,
At securing worldly gain, like ego strokes,
Or glittery trinkets and such,
To grace their mantlepieces.
But the snail and turtle already have,
What they need,
Carrying their homes on their backs,
They travel with peace and ease…
As we too must remember to relax,
With only ourselves to be.
We carry our true home within us,
For Eternity, unseen by transitory human eyes,
Lives on inside our souls.
-Gilda Patricia
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Wise and excellent words Gilda. I don’t think the human race can sustain the pace it is moving. Nature always has a habit of restoring the right tempo.
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Thanks for your wise insights! And for stopping by.🐢🐢🐢
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this is such a blessed piece dear Gilda. love this line: We carry our true home within us. ❤
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Your appreciation is a blessing, thanks!💕💕💕
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you’re welcome!
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Whoa! I just have been awakening to my own awareness of this misalignment with acquisition over purpose! This, and all of you poetry is soul shaking!
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That’s God’s grace. So glad to help! You are kind.😇
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A beautiful write, indeed very inspiring. Yes, it is God’s grace, so true! 🙂
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Thank you for your thoughtful, kind feedback. Have a blessed day!💕💕💕
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My pleasure and have a lovely day too! ❤ 🌷🌷🌹
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