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,
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.