Questions, questions, so many questions

Does the fire fear its own power?

Does the wave ask if it’s part of the ocean?

Does the lake ask, “What is my purpose here?”

Does the bird ask, “How do I raise my young?” Or does the chickless chicken feel like less of a chicken?

Does the cloud ask what happens when it dies?

Does the Universe ask, “What force created me?”

Does the wind ponder what others think of it now?

Do the rivers spend time worrying about being liked more if they traveled a different path or flowed another way?

Do the trees think that they will have more friends if they simply have more limbs?

Does the grass worry if it is too tall, or too short?

Does the gorilla “diet” because she thinks her ass is too big?

Does the raindrop try to be something it isn’t?

Does the bee wonder if it has done enough? That is has to work harder?

Are the snowflakes afraid to be different?  Do they fight their uniqueness? Do they fear “being alone” because they are unique?

Does the sun fear offending others because it might be shining too brightly? Or hide behind a cloud?

Namaste

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