THE USEFUL VENOM

The universal force demands neither temple nor dogma, It is raw kindness, love without condition. To its creatures, it offers life — And we, in return, owe it our reverence. It is no distant concept: Nature is that force. It is her vast intelligence, Her body spread across every grain of earth. The ancients, in searing rites, Offered their skin to warrior ants. Their stings awakened the spirit, And in pain, clarity was born. The spirit, a fragile wanderer, strays. Cracks open — and demons lie in wait. But where they aim to sow harm, They sometimes inject the antidote: Their venom becomes medicine. A strange alchemy between light and descent. It is a silent pact, a mutual bond — Heaven and hell, Each gaining without harming the other. Life thrives on this balance. And we? What do we do? Nature teaches without raising her voice. She is the library of experience, But few turn her pages. Truth, she is heavy. No machine, no crane Can lift that burden in our place. Health — the true kind — is torn from effort. At times, sacrifice is the only cure. Gentleness alone heals nothing. Humanity struts, Drunk on screens and grey matter, Yet among the beasts, It is the most lost. If the Bible had been written for the animals, Salvation would’ve been instant. But man wanders, Ever searching, No longer knowing what he seeks.