The Bubble

The Bubble

Coming up from the dark ground we are sprung into the bright daylight, and we are born.

Bubbling and gurgling we erupt into the world.

Flowing across the rocks we gaily learn to tumble, crawl, and walk, and run. We scream our joy to the world. We pool and wallow eager to leave.

Across the stones we begin to move freely into our youth and our life, for the world is ours. We are invincible.

We marvel at the beauty and wonder moving all around us, and scorn the detractors of this great land.

The old gnarled trees, and shrubs, and grass disrespectful of the brook dismiss its enthusiasm. With disdain we turn our backs on them and wander off into the forest moving faster and faster as we go.

Gaining speed and power we build in self confidence and plunging headlong we rush down across the mountains, and tear through the lush valleys.

We rage gaining strength all the time.

Nothing can stand in our way, for we are the future.

The rocks, trees and grasslands fall away from our strength. We are invincible and cut all from our path.

We are the future.

The world is our domain to shape as we see fit for we have domination over it.

We are its future.

Down across the long plains we mature and build in power, and reason, and conviction. We are right, and might on our side, for we are the future.

Past small villages we flow and feel its minor impurities, it taints us, and excites us, we revel in it, and laugh at its influence, and move on.

The small villages turn into larger towns and more of the flavours they emit join us. We can absorb it, we can take it. We are invigorated by it, we are the future.

We move on. Gaining in strength and wisdom.

Large cities halt us, split us and guide us, they bend us to their will. In our youth we would have destroyed them, but now older and wiser we sample the essence of the place as we slowly meander past. The city feeds us with tastes and toxins that prove irresistible to our need, we long to stay, but are forced to move on.

The cities now gone. We felt the poison emitted by that place, and they invaded us to our very being, it changes us, we were excited by its flavour, we wanted more. We were diminished and we are abhorred by its defamation. It must be cleansed.

We are the future and we move cautiously on.

The corruption behind us now, we turn our back on its pull and move forward with a determination to change what we have experienced.

Debate and discussion now slows us as we become wider, and thicker, and wiser. We are the future.

Here in our slow period we take time to reflect on what we’ve learned, in our great journey.

Slower now we meander across the reed beds and gently support the waders and swimmers of Autumn. We are the future, we have a plan.

The land now flattens all around us and we slow to a crawl.

The mountains and strength, and valleys of our youth are now long gone and simply a distant memory. We are better for the experience.

We were the future.

We move across the great mud flats now hardly moving. Slowly creeping our great strength gone, we crawl and claw our way on for the final moment.

The great end is now in sight.

Hardly moving we realise our role in the great circle is almost complete. In us we carry all what the trees, and rocks, and land has discarded, we carry our burden with pride.

Then at our death as a mighty river we see the vast body of the other place spread out in front of us.

The majestic ocean, beckons to us : in all its glory.

– We realise.

That all we thought we knew.

– And all we thought is had learned : was nothing, compared to what we will learn in that vast place of death.

Quietly, and meekly; we join it in the next part of our great adventure.

For, the future is ours.

For life, goes on.

Thanks for reading, Jessica : Praise be the ORI:

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