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the passing over of ugliness

it has been written in one of the books of nikki… if you look into a mirror you’ll see a beautiful creature looking back at you… it is assumed that in the reality of nature there are both beauty and ugliness and that both are at the interpretation of the eyes of the beholder… behold—beneath the epidemic shadowing—the risen sun brightly spreading its grandeur over the graveyard silence of terrestrial beings… broken only by the piercing echoes of a flying flock of birds overhead in rhythmic v-formation thus shattering the otherwise anechoic atmosphere that the imposed ensconcing has placed upon all of nature’s humanity… unlike nature’s storms—tornados, hurricanes, tsunamis—& quaking earth, the present enormity of pandemic devastation is not physical seen or heard—only felt in the daily rise in our human death toll…rising to its apex curving… yet…through verandah blinds…can be seen happy wasp building their nest…red-breasted birds hop-scotching the greening grass through which scurrying squirrels dash as they eagerly elevator themselves from tree to tree…blinking waving smiles… in the midst of the ugliness that loneliness and fear can bring in the shadow of death nature has her way of infusing serene beauty impregnating thanksgiving prayers of another day of being perpendicular to her cosmic presence…generating shaded memory of the mourning at the crucifixion...transforming into exuberant joy and exhilaration of the resurrection… proving that this tormenting time too… shall soon passover… leaving blood-stained memories of overcoming—returning to the remaining struggle for justice…equality…peace…love…

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