Sunday, March 1, 2020

The Wolf at Midnight




















If there is one thing that I have observed in life it is that not only do the good die young but that the parasites and users live long and seem to prosper ...

Maybe there is a reason for this. No one wants to risk introducing that amount of negativity back into the cosmos until it has been neutralized! The Buddhists had it right, Karma is a hard taskmaster.

As I look around me I see a universe poised on a new age that I would desperately like to be apart of. The fact is that I most probably will not, at least not in my present form. Perhaps it is my demise that will ushers in the new order and in that I will forever revel.

This last week has taught me yet another lesson. And that is the fact that energy cannot be created or destroyed, it can change and be reconfigured, but it exists forever in one form or another. It is the essence of the universe and the reason for forever, it is all things at once yet perfect in itself alone.


Once I watched a butterfly, it struggled in the wind to fly
But when it turned its wings to sails, it flew faster than the mighty gale

The howling of the midnight wolf rings cold and clear in mankind's ear
A sound so lonely and so dear it tells of life and love, and fear

If only just a moment spent in the arms of nature soft and bent
We might remember much as the trees, that we are what we mean to be

We are stardust!

photo by James Provenzano

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