Silent Warriors, Garden Pond, Amherst, NH, July 2006, HP Photosmart R817, Exposure 1/360 sec @ f4.7, ISO 122, no flash © Steven Crisp [Click on the photo to enlarge]They have invaded my land, these silent warriors
They fly in formation, their aerial acrobatics
High G maneuvers, mixed with delicate hovering
Freed from the water, do they remember their former selves?
Is that why they dance in the air, samba and cha-cha with the breeze
So beautiful (and grotesque), when will we look beyond the surface?
They seem coy, as I call to them,
Please rest here and let me see, the iridescence of your gossamer
And stay safe, wary of your enemies
While you hunt, you are also hunted
What is this life, this struggle?
It is good, is it not? (Given the alternative.)
Oh sweet nectar, call your companions
This symbiosis, that enables all of life
It is whole, and inextricably linked
Judge not one part, lest you judge yourself
Harm not one being, lest you harm yourself
And struggle not, but if you must fight
Arm yourself well, as you walk into battle
You will need something, that can conquer
Disarm your enemy, with only love and compassion
2 comments:
A Twelve Spotted Skimmer boy, how very cool and I loved the poem which seemed to me to contain the very essence of Trungpa's Shambhala Warrior. Thank you!
Well now I've learned two things from your visit. Just what to call my dragonfly friend, and something about Shambhala Warrior. I found a short article here that was very informative. Thanks for the visit and kind words.
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