Perspective Stories

Do you hear her scratching? As you rest upon your bed?Do you hear her whining?As your nightly dreams descend? She rises on her hind legs, Pawing at your door.Lonely and forgotten, Unknowing why she is ignored. Did you throw her ball today?Or did you watch the set?She loves you all the same, you know,So why do you neglect? She is just dog, you say,She will be just fine.What matter does it make, tonight? If she must sit and...

A Matter Of PerspectiveNext time you are being chewed out for some trivial perceived failure try offering this.This is how significant you and I are. We are about 6 feet tall. The largest mountain on Earth is Mt. Everest, about 30,000 feet tall. From the top, you could not see me without the aid of binoculars. If I were to attack the mountain with even dynamite, it would take years before I alone could make a significant...

Staring up into the night sky stars Little points of light, shining in the darkness Tiny and small, yet grand and majestic Too far to ever reach, too present to possibly ignore Each point completely alone, yet all interwoven in time and space Taken each or as a whole, they represent the lesson I've learned That above all else, it is all a matter of perspective

It's immense, overwhelmingly immense. I'm in the Atlantic Ocean, somewhere halfway between La Gomera and Tenerife, floating, with diving mask, snorkel and fins. Although I'm not alone in the water and there's a zodiac somewhere nearby, I feel small, insignificant, alone. The coast is far away, on both sides, the calm ocean all around and when I look down into the water there's nothing, only blue, getting darker deep below...

The turbulent skies disintegrated into multicolored layers. The parade of unfurling hues enveloped my empty vessel as I lay crouched against the wall in my veranda. My face betrayed a myriad of emotions to the nothingness beside as a crescent smile sliced through my jaw. My fraction of globe lay damp in the wrath of the skies. Queerly the world seemed to be twitching with a secret sense of joy to me. I watched as my palm...

Perspective is changedfrom the upside downtumbling, spinningnothing seems the same.We strive for normal,feet firmly plantedyet we power as highas we think we can go.We launch our bodiestowards the heavensaround we go, head over heelsonly to fall back down.We land softly on the springy formand catch our breath,amazed at what we sawwhen we took our leap of faith.

See me, feel me, fear me. Here, there, everywhere. Spectrum of perception radiates the environment.I am melanin, skin, I am prejudice. Reflection of judgement. Red is dead, black is slack. White is not right. Brown not around. Yellow everyone’s transgressor.Stop! Go, caution. Signals for the human traffic.I fashion the body but not the soul. Be blind to me or become shallow.Basic in natureCulturally, geographically painte...