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It is such an interesting topic for me, personally. I have been both hunter and hunted, in conflict and in love. More, I loved it. I have even hunted food animals a few times. I have dreamed of being a bear, a wolf, and an eagle. To be honest, what was on my animal minds in those dreams? Food. It was all about finding a source then getting too it. Berries to bunnies to fish, it was all, in the animal psyche, about filling up. Day after day, week after week, it is all about food. The hunger in them is terrible, brutal, feral, final.
Fall catch is nearing
Winter hunger throbs, chokes, soon-
Lose the spring game, slip.
I had hoped myself to slip free. It seems unlikely now. Then again, some things are not my call. Perhaps I am being petulant, pouting about a trivial set-back. Time, only, will tell.
Blood courses through beasts,
One chases, the other flees,
Both live either way.
In this I mean that if the hunter misses, he yet lives. If the hunted is taken, it remains alive by sustaining the hunter. Nothing is lost either way. It is feral life, an anomaly as is all life, and a gorgeous, reckless, and terrible one though well ordered as well. If this is what being Godless is, and I can see no other answer to it in all honestly, having looked hard enough to cause my eyes to bleed, than it is not enough. But to be with God, and see this too, there is a stark beauty to it and contrast. Humbling.
The game is afoot,
the chase will not end simply,
Peace nor end anyhow.
No, no. This is my area, I am hoping something will come to the fore. For now it is as good as I can do.
Good morning, fellow haikuer..
ReplyDeleteIt's clearly obvious that this theme is right up your alley. Interesting haiku.. I especially liked the one where neither the hunter or the prey loose out. Seems to tie in with the bison video.
It's a beautiful sunny cool morning here. I hope your day goes well and most of all pain free.
Doom:
ReplyDeleteYour mind, although a might dark, draws me in like a curious mouse tempting fate as it snuffles about a mischievous tomcat with his balls in a bind.
I feel your ache in #1 and am loving the circle you drew in #2. #3 leaves me at a loss...sad, yet beautifully true.
Turn your frown upside down and smile yourself a sh*t ass'd grin
Rafa
foam,
ReplyDeleteHello! I am glad you liked it. I think in the hearts of even the most ravenous of beasts there is hope that one day that will be true, perhaps truer... lions lie down with lambs. But I don't know. Perhaps it is merely perspective?
My nature makes me both want it more, and less, than the average. The hunt, the kill, the sport, the food... All so horrible and yet so... nourishing? I would hate to see it go, while I would celebrate too, if with hard tears.
Rafael,
Really? You have a side of you, if only seemingly at one angle, that rivals my own darkness. Perhaps, unlike I had thought, you are only shadowy in that one region?
Would you believe, for all the dark that really does surround me, that I am not lost in it? I have come to truly love life, you, her, them. Even my enemies, if I have always loved my prey. A prayer over every meal, since finding my way if I had always... been appreciative, for the deaths that sustain my life.
Or... I am almost always grinning. That day my back was bleeding me? Even then. I grin, friend, almost like a devil that came clean. Can't lose now.
A perfect blend of light and dark?
ReplyDeleteStealthily I trek
Traversing from the depths of Hell
To His pearly gates
Fall from grace
Back down I go
Wicked web weaves round
I thank thee Lord
And devil, too
For all my wits about me
Or, perhaps, you read me better than I read myself.
Never lost, even in the darkest dark, if soundly at its center.
Rafa
Yes, it seems I do read well yet. For a moment I thought I had been struck spiritblind! Tricksie are devils, even, or more so, the ones with halos laureling their horny heads. And you do wear a horny crown.
ReplyDeleteFor my part, I just share in darkness as none may forget their origins. I no longer mingle the two, or try. I know my place, I just don't fear my nature. Not that I understand, then again, in all truth, understanding is highly overrated and usually mistaken.