Thursday, December 15, 2022

The Rhythm of Life

 The Rhythm of Life

Original title: The Electric Fence 

Dr Abe V Rotor

"The rhythm of life is intricate but orderly, tenacious but fragile. To keep that in mind is to build the key to survival."
- Shirley Hufstedler

                     
                              Concentric rhythm in acrylic by the author

Little do you know of the sun,
     how it sets and rises,
as the rhythms of life in moments of joy
     and sadness.
Lo, the li’l boy all day sings like Aesop's
     fabled locust;
in summer belittles the ant,
     and what had he to boast?

The rains came, torrid the winds became,
     dark was the night.
and groping he went his way, battling
     with all his might.
But he was not Paul and neither was he
     man enough
to weather the test, a game played
     rough and tough. 

             Mysterious Hand in the Sky in acrylic by the author

The wind with the sail, they go like birds
     gliding free,
and life is like that, wanting of nothing
     on calm, old sea,
like a tree untested by storm, its idle roots
     are shallow,
its branches lanky, its unseasoned limbs
     hollow.

What purpose is war then, El NiƱo,
     the apocalypse men?
Darwin has the answer, but can man
     break the omen?
Tolstoy and Hugo tell of the goodness
     of man distilled,
not in times of plenty and peace,
     but in the battlefield.

If you wish to reach Heaven alone,
     do not bother,
for the Flood has purified your kind,
     everyone now a brother.
and salvation awaits all brethrens,
     more so the least,
and bless he who saves him from the fury
     of the beast.
   
Go, leave the dungeon, follow the light
     seeping through
the walls of ignorance and fear,
     indifference and hate.
Pry open and run for the woods;
     make haste.
there is not enough tears and time
     to waste.

                  Red Sun in acrylic by h author  

Ah, where does the sun shine brightest,
     you no longer ask,
neither where the blue sky and the blue sea
     wear gray mask;
from Prometheus’ exile you came
     and how you got here
is immaterial now, for the gods
     have joined the cheer. ~

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