March 2024 – Page 2 – nature7blog

eneRgy 3:49

i am clear,
do you see
can you hear?
i am i,
the atmosphere.

in the ground,
in the water,
in the fire
i am found.
in a thought
never taught,
in the silence
and a sound
everywhere
all around.

in the light,
in the dark
i am there
in the night.
in the heart,
in plain sight
in the art.

if you stare
you can find,
there’s a glare
in your mind
i am there.

in the breath,
in the depth
of the soul,
in a life
and in death
i make whole,
everything
you believe
to be so.

not in a book
i’m a brook
ener-chi
can’t be took.

in your dream
we’re a team,
like an arrow
and a bow,
this is how
energy flow.

not created
or destroyed,
i always been
in the dark,
in the void.

by K. Osei

the BoOgeyman and the night

the boogeyman was up all night
frightening, fighting,
working overtime
making it right.
when i woke,
under a tree
sat a brand new bike.

the boogeyman was once a boy,
Oh yes, just a child.
born in the manger
of nature’s wild.
Shielded by darkness
swaddled in black,
the boogeyman is always under attack.

the boogeyman was up all night,
watching, making sure i slept tight.
no despair
when the boogeyman’s on site.

who is the Boogeyman, you said?
well – the Boogeyman died but he ain’t dead.
he came back with a different name
it all depends on who gets blamed.

the boogeyman was up all night,
like the spook, he sits by the door,
making welfare checks – you alright?

they lied when they said,
the boogeyman wasn’t home,
walked out, leaving you alone.
i just saw the Boogeyman,
he ain’t gone.

yes, we all no who the boogeyman scared,
the same one the boogeyman dared.

out of sight, in my mind
the boogeyman ain’t never hard to find.
who is the boogeyman, You said?
gaze into the mirror – say the word boo!
you’ll see the boogeyman
staring back at you.

by K. Osei

the tRue King

the sun rose upon the shimmering fringe of a wanting image, faintly revealed by dawns first light. Patiently waiting instruction. It was the first time, time was not present from the start — silently he stood. Without notice, a gentle hand appeared upon the young wolf’s shoulder. With calm assertion the old patriach proceeded to speak; I have no lessons for you today. there is nothing further to teach. You are complete, said the old man — I need only persuade you! Persuade me, what do I miss? The young wolf replied. To reclaim what was never taken unfolds itself directly, said the elder. And what is it that I fail to comprehend, persisted the sturdy young statesman. The old noble stepped closer, aligned his gaze; with an affirming tone, said to the young heir, That you are the one true king!

…years passed, his words last but the old alpha had faded. On the field of battle he stood alone, no one left to guard the throne, amidst the shrieking cry of festering countrymen. With nowhere to turn, he retreated to learn from the only place that remained. Seeking not refuge but resolve, in a world unified by every divide, a cosmos without schism. In the internal, nocturnal, eternal, stillness he calmly stood in the den of conception, where everything dwells; even nothing. At the point of knowing stepped he forward from himself – shedding all thought, as the viper sheds its ill fitted skin, all things fled as they came into focus and only one remained – and he was that!

by K. Osei