Stung Into Life
When the call of adventure dawned on the wayfaring traveller
He sat down at the rock face quite tearful weary and sweaty
Thought about fate meaning and streamed in consciousness
A poet with a license to kill time and serene wavering spirit
Fond of nature and nurture he looked down a perilous cliff
Life had been poisonous recently and in need of reflection
Close to a meandering delta of final conclusive determination
He moved forth inch by un-relentless inch in search of resolve
Freedom seemed far away in the clouds with linings receding
Valleys of hopelessness approached vision void and oblivion
And yet he felt a tickle of excitement close to his wounded heart
Redirected his mind to a creepy sensation touching his mind
He recalled his yoga teacher’s advice not to hurt sentient beings
Secured mountain pose and lotus position for focus and peace
In awe he looked at the Skeleton Tarantula’s urticating bristles
Stretched on his skin and ready to puncture his ultimate life line
Smooth hairy and frightened the little creature pondered
Whether to play dead or defend its masterful existence with
One venomous bite as the lonely seeker of truth closed his eyes
And calmly decided that wisdom required patience and kindness
06th January 2020
Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2020
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