Monday, July 27, 2015

16 Verses on Living with Nature

How wonderful is creation when we realize in a miniscule the universality of the simple linked to the complex, where every living thing is part of life’s interrelating; like a chain, its strength shared by each link cooperating.
Dr Abe V. Rotor
Waterhole, Mural detail AVRotor 2009

                    1. I walked the bridge to its far end and beyond,
And down the river to the sea I cast my pole.  
It was a fight I fought, it was no longer game,
And it was neither fish nor dream I caught.

                    2. Tranquility reigns on her face, rage in her breast,
If beauty exudes best from a spring of force,
I do not wonder at the shyness of a crest,
And the power of a single rose.

   

                     3. I touched the towering figure and I was touched,
Transported to Gulliver’s land for a moment;
To meet the maker, a simple man from the hills,
Unschooled, yet his burin sings the glory of Ancient Greece.

                    4. Pygmies make giants, for the little man dreams of what he misses.
Humble is he, painstakingly working on his stead,
Until a Genie rises from his hands, mirror of a great soul.
Lo, a pupil I am, doubting my skill, my goal.

                 5. Many years ago you had another name -
Gleaners, and work was also game.
Now it’s all work and the art of the vulture,
And those with fangs and ugly mane.
But if none is waste and waste is useful -
Would your breed thrive just the same?

                    6. For just once the world is mine
With rowdy friends and I,
Happily with a jug of wine,
Words come easy, ‘Aye, Aye!’ ”

                    7. Through time, humanity has changed through use
Of its environment for man’s needs through abuse,
From adaptation to modernization,
All in the name of civilization.

                    8. Pleasance to you youth, bright as the sun;
The world be at war or be at peace.
Ask not where have all the flowers gone;
Seasons come, and seasons go at ease.

                    9. Rage and break, rage and break,
On the cold wall and be free;
Make the sky and the river meet
Under a rainbow by the sea.  

                                                                    Down the Glen, Wall mural SPUQC by AV Rotor
                                                                  
                10. Who cares about the broken bridge in summer?
When fishing poles bend to the weight of catch,
Young and old wait for the pot to shimmer.
Everything’s silent save the breeze and chime,
And river flowing in the idleness of time.

                  11. Let the sailboats play in the wind
And water, let alone an old boat
At rest, sitting on rock like an old man,
Standing guard over the young, who too,
Shall someday play the same old game.

                  12. Through the mist we see children
Years back with many a year lost;
Yet much is gained in memory
That holds stories untold.
Who is fishing there? Ahoy!
Only the tingling chime answers;
The childhood in us throbs, throbs
With the sweet music of time.
  
                  13. I, too, shall join you in time;
the oxygen and food you make are also mine,
and death we shall share, and our genes shall live
in our own offspring and live life forevermore
until in earth becomes still.”

                 14. Youth and death, pleasure and sorrow,
One comes to this world after you;
Who and when we do not know,
In your domain where you grow.
You link three worlds - yesterday,
More so, today and tomorrow;
In our sleep and in our sorrow,
To a new life and a new day.

                  15. How wonderful is creation
when we realize in a miniscule
the universality of the simple
linked to the complex,
where every living thing is part
of life’s interrelating;
like a chain, its strength
shared by each link cooperating. ~
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