The water rises, the lotus stem rises too, its natural law.
Fiery amber eyes gaze out
From a face of white speckled fur
Into the icy blinding swirling snow
Of a high hidden Himalayan hamlet
To meet in mortal combat
The closed minds
of poaching Pakistani peasants
Carrying pitchforks
In a parody or normality
A battle to confirm
That not all ideas matter
That Nature’s laws triumph
That not everyone
Understands eternal complexity
Standing firm on its precipice
In a show of rare boldness
It gives a performance
Of unheard-of courage
In the face of the enemy
Spirit guardian of a higher world
It takes a stand
Against the madness that is man
"Animal revere and respect holiness; they do not teach sin."
St. Neilos the Asectic, in the Asectic Dialogues
The more you envy,
The better will I become,
It sounds strange although.
They need coxing
as natural man hides
seemingly
in his mind
where others can see.
The glance -
a spell
of manipulative domination
upon themselves
as I pounce.
Never was I natural,
never did I care
to be,
looking at those in natural law
and those trying to be
unnatural...
Supernatural man looks down on man, from the sky, and sees
only their theosophy.
© S. Wesley Mcgranor
3/4/2020
A thing always repeated, is natural law, not coincidence...
Central Park: we watched a hawk
Who picked apart his prey.
Many people gathered ‘round
To witness this display.
I thought he must be pulling at
A squirrel or a rat,
The creatures he’d encounter
In his urban habitat.
But soon I realized I was wrong
‘Cause, though it seems absurd,
The dinner he was picking at
Most likely was a bird.
I recognized its tail, by shape,
When lifted by his beak;
But really, what alerted me
Were all the birds, a’shriek.
For fellow avians came near
A’flutter and attacking;
They swooped right down and grazed that hawk
As he was gamely snacking.
I gave them credit for their nerve –
So brash, so bold, so brazen;
They tried so hard to vex that hawk,
Like outlaws, guns a’blazin’.
The hawk ignored them, had his meal
Then flew off, with pursuers;
The birds still hounded, but his flight
Dispersed the human viewers.
Yet we were grateful for the show –
Real nature, in the flesh.
You never know when natural law
And life will chance to mesh.
Ilene Bauer (http://primetimerhyme.blogspot.com)
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