Prey and Predator

Is the fox unfair to the hare?

Is the lion cruel to the antelope, or the varan heinous to the tourist's goat?

Who slaughtered the altar oxen of the ancient Jews? Yahweh in his avarice for adoration, or the High Priest as his eager accomplice?

Is water unjust to iron when the weaker water turns the so more robust iron to rust?

Does the fire consume the wood, or does the wood exhaust the fire, when both drop dead in embers and ashes?

Isn't the sun a victim of her own enthusiasm, while she keeps us showering us with the balm of her heat?

The force feeds the wave, and the wave feeds in circles: the predator today is tomorrow's prey.

There is no built-in peace in the force, there is innate war in the wave, as expanding tribes encroaching on the pastures of foes of friends.

Peace is a victim of war,

as war is a victim of peace.

Believe

Believe, and you'll touch, and you'll taste.

Believe, for you'll smell, and you'll hear.

Believe, so that you see.

Believe, and you'll believe, and you'll know.

Believe, and witness you'll bear.

Truth

Truth has many facets, as many as rays from the Sun, weak in winter, forceful as death in the desert.

Yet, single is her Source,

single, and One, and simple.

-- By Idris Kyrway