We dance round in a ring and suppose while the secret sits in the middle, and knows

onionWhat does this poem have to do with nature. Well, as Albert Einstein said:

“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science.”

The photo is of wild onion, which seems to  me to be a mystery in itself.

SLOUCHING

I am an escapee from the Old One’s bleeding jaws,

An Indian in the boat of Seth.

Afloat on red glee trickling down the barren leg of the world,

Into a strange and burnt land.

 

I am an egg with yawing jaws

Bit at by spitting beasts,

A stupid thing where tears won’t dry.

 

 I am an emptiness left to die,

A swollen whore without legs,

What’s left when you close your eyes.

 

I am what was when red was red,

When hands had fingers in the moon’s soft light

And numbers waited in line.

 

I am the yes, you are the no,

We are the wonders from below..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author: luzerne2112

As I get older -- and I'm 70 now -- I seem to find more and more that nature is the true source of peace, inspiration and, most of all, the truth the passeth understanding. Though my knowledge is sketchy and superficial, I wanted to share it while I can.

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