Life and living losing
footing amidst the smoke of hate, greed, anger, ambition and jealousy. More
than the carbon bugs chucking out air, it will be the nefarious exhausts from
evil human minds that will turn mother earth unlivable during the coming decades.
But in the unconcerned vales, the mountain eagle is gliding effortlessly,--
The mountain eagle flying
in splendor and ecstasy,
Its unquenchable tempests
creating airy firmament,
But does this fraction of reality
possess anything good for the prey as
well?
The prey, the little mouse is tucked
in a little corner in the hills. It’s a flimsy covering, a roof of cobwebs and
dew clinging to it. The little creature is sipping the night’s nectar. Watery
beads. Jewellery of leaves. A little piece set-up by the free-flowing
spontaneity of the existential force. And the larger of life and living
meandering through it. Has the eagle spotted it? It seems to have!
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