Witness the bend of the tree the curve of a lane or track the slope of the hill the depths of the gorge sheltered by the mountains. The brittleness of a snowflake cleansing in the pureness of innocence striking with a cold harshness upon ones cheek in the frost of a winters morn to the ravaging of a sun ray at midday peak scorching the opposite cheek facing the heat and the cold decisive and abrupt imposing the will of mother nature. A bird arcing a swath of talent sweeping wingspan menacing yet staggering a light touch of the unnerving enormity soaring to the peak of the highest mountain perching on a ledge and breathing the depth of atmosphere surrounding you taking in the judgement of the animal kingdom. Eardrums assaulted by the roar of the king of the jungle or a elephants truncated call as the mighty is besieged by the minuteness of a mouse squeaking a protest of annoyance at the inconvenience of crossing the ground beneath the behemoths feet as tantalising and as skin reeling at the brush of a snake slithering towards an ultimate destiny with life.
Step forth to the edge of a cliff and embrace the very feeling of the earth under foot peer over the chasm feel the hopeless vastness of freefalling while actually standing still. Hark take care we are safe behind the glass inside the bottle. The encompassing skill of a spiders web awaiting the sound of an annoying yes but yet reassuring if not for the percussion arrayed from a nation of insects normal to the everyday dealings but brutal in the deafening darkness. Ladybird beetles, resplendent in a reddish roundness microscopically small seemingly mild mannered meek and yet larger than life itself. Could we be so in the universal scheme of things, yet maybe show a pride of conduct and humility such as do they.
Some would suggest that the glass in my bottle is rose coloured or maybe distorted clouded my vision that we shall leave for you to decide. For real do we manacle ourselves behind the glass of the bottle overwhelmed and perhaps even in awe of such as we have envisioned. Oh such kaleidoscopic shades of natural interwoven responses, as we have never felt before yet still we sit protected and comforted within the glass. Could we race with the wheat as it shivers on the surface of the ground in a wistful billowing of flight or grow ever so slowly as the blades of grass with all the time in the world whatever we choose it can never be as simplistic or encouraging as sheltering and experiencing life from inside a bottle. Are you game could you crawl within the confines of and behind the reflection of and with courage and anticipation lookout from inside a bottle?
Stuart Charles Mackenzie [stumacsu]
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