Afloat in this amniotic
The life fluid of this planet
The turtle moves
Slowly, with purpose
Aware and wise of all in front
Ignorant, perhaps blissfully
Of all coming from behind
Danger lurks there
The hunters come from behind
Hidden from sight and mind
To possess the creature
Turtle can only retreat into itself
Refuge safe in its shell
Unless removed from life’s water
To be consumed without regard
Only a friend will approach forward
To fertilize these egg gems buried
A connection to mother earth
Yet not all will survive back to the water
And those to live will breed
To bond relationship
Again perhaps again
1 comment:
I hope that Honu is granted the gift of discernment. And given that the turtle is not a fly by night species, once discernment is learned, the chances of survival are markedly improved.
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