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Natural Wonderland

Updated on May 24, 2014

For a brief moment in time…

Stunning, awe shocking in beauty, yet mysteriously built. Such a portrait does this unique landscape make; I am enticed by its welcoming form, but equally afraid to gaze too long upon it. Caught in speculative idleness, I cannot decipher how God came to frame such a view, knowing full well the distraction it would create. This is no time for languid repose, a mind trapped in the thoughts of exploring a forbidden territory trifles with the furry of hell. How can delicate creatures leave the pavement, stepping away from the familiar grid of life to lose oneself among boundless geometry? We know the constant of night and day, right and wrong, but this strange ephemeral grey, it beckons to be captured by memory. Willing an increased synaptic fire, hoping an emersion with the scenery will encapsulate the reality of this adventure. A quick thought strikes dread, I do not want any detail forgotten, the arrangements are so perfect in imperfect array. In an instant recall, my hatred for concrete rules fills me disagreeably. How did the human race turn its back on organic nature, intelligent formations, and brilliant innocence? Where did love of urban dwelling originate from? How could blighted brick blot out natural illumination by choice?


I am without breath, a sliver of light rockets to my point of focus. It took many generations to create such wonderment; cataclysmic events had to unfold for this present view to take shape. No metal could be manipulated to emulate this profile. Man made tools are hapless, idiotic and fraught with incompetence, they could never create such magic. Only the elements of earth brought together by divine script could such a heavenly body emerge. The most complex circuit board is immature compared to the awesome exactness of every atoms binding. An unmixed sheen refracts a prism of possibilities that no false sense of urgency could render. Sturdy and fragile, movable but firm, igneous stone may permeate the earth but the evergreen is patient. Oscillating vapor from the heavens bring aqueous ponds to nourish that which congregates near by. All the creatures named by Adam trade for balance in life. This is a place of history, something no digital signal can get right. Unbound, without lock, free from law and in complete honesty, this piece of dirt exposes the soul for all its inhibitions. My sense of conditioning stunned me, frozen in my steps I’ve hit the invisible wall of reality. This is no place for me. With nose bleeding, ego torn and mind reeling, I turn back to the only thing I know; deadlines, the hustle and bustle of corporate life. Chained to tax, bolted down by policy, restricted in body and trained by the bell, I return to modernity.

Beauty lasts in perpetuity; man cannot annihilate what has existed for thousands of years...thank God.


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    • Akriti Mattu profile image

      Akriti Mattu 2 years ago from Shimla, India

      i am so glad i happened to find your post. So good. Looking forward to read more in the future.

      Happy Earth Day :-)

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      Camel through the eye of a needle 3 years ago

      Alas, the old adage emerges, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty. That is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know." How masterfully you illustrate the inner struggle that conflicts those--such as myself--who find themselves "knowing" all too intimately a world devoid of beauty or truth. And the bittersweet sting that occurs when embracing while simultaneously rejecting the fact.

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      Jason R. Manning 5 years ago from Sacramento, California

      Hi again,

      It does not surprise me you would be drawn to this piece, and I am grateful you read this. This is what I am talking about in relation to your hub and a couple of my others, the eye and heart which can see romantic elements in nature and humans. How does one create beautiful art without attaining a modicum of appreciation? I channeled two of my passions into formulating this hub, one is less obvious than the other, but both were needed to create this piece. Thank you for the gracious comments, as to a Jaguar…I’ll take a 2000 XJR in British Racing Green, oh yeah. God Bless.

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      jamila sahar 5 years ago

      greetings ! very funny about the cars, a jaguar would be nice ! what beautiful poetic words you have. i could not agree more with you about technology vs nature. stunning pictures which further illuminate the poetic words and the importance of appreciating the natural beauty of the planet earth

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      Jason R. Manning 6 years ago from Sacramento, California

      Hi Thought-Provoking, nice to see a new face (figuratively). I am glad you liked this, thank you for leaving a compliment. I love to pit mans love of technology against organic mechanisms. Man losses every time on my score card. Well, maybe with the exception of a few super cars…Cheers.

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      Thought-Provoking 6 years ago

      Very nice, and very poetic indeed, this was a nice hub, keep up the good work

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      Jason R. Manning 6 years ago from Sacramento, California

      Hello Cromper, thank you for reading and leaving feedback. I am not sure how to explain nature but that it exists freely within the confines of Earths complexity. A random poppy in a field full of grass is to me as you say. I look at that poppy as random, but I know that God created the poppy, not saying God created THAT poppy and purposefully placed it in this field for my gaze. I am no Nostradamus and I am not a geologist, but when a volcano blows, it is due to a chain of events both random and with cause. Your definition of justice is different from mine; these are disagreements with vastly different outcomes. What do you think?

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      Cromper 6 years ago

      Very poetic. However, I would be more inclined to say that there is beauty in randomness. If it is 'staged' by a divine element, does that not diminish the overall magic of the moment? For me, it does.