The land is rustic
humble in its beauty
wide the range of the landscape panoramic
scenic the view photographic;
the house on the land is simple
and like the land in its beauty humble
with its discreet windows and wooden exterior
its soft glow lights and calm interior;
it is a charming house
away from prying eyes
secluded on an island
as if guarding a secret;
outfront a pig rides the wind
flying still on a vessel of steel
outback on the porch they sit
the hosts and their guests – the owners of this property and their friends
around a long table of drinks and food
in the sky unseen by them the predator and the prey
in flight on this afternoon of gold
this day clear as glass;
they sit chattering as humans do
the hosts and their guests
around the table of drinks and food
the guests now being fed
appreciation for their presence yet to be said
still being contemplated by the hosts in words that would be felt;
around the table
the elementals now gather
attracted by the high vibration of the focus of the celebration –
the male of the hosts, a painter gifted at evoking Spirit in Being, tenderhearted, gifted at portraying the grandeur of Creation on this earth in his artistic deliberation:
a feisty rooster in its fowl glory, its feathers pumped manly at the neck in crowing –
its beak raised high, fiery eyes at the onlooker staring,
a landscape feasting on the sun,
a misty bridge floating in space,
a waterfall by holy fire lit white on dark rock,
the Eye of the heavens high above gazing on a terrestrial vehicle below down,
night and day coated cattle grazing in an open field,
the vast heavens a glowing sea of light illuminating a landscape gray;
they sit chattering as humans do
their smiles broad
on this afternoon of gold
this day clear as glass
a bright Capricorn among them prancing
amid the glasses of wine clanking;
now, all of a sudden, bang the sound
on the porch glass window they hear
of the bodies of the hawk and the little bird
from the sky come crashing the predator and the prey
the end of a chase to be nourished
in a dance of survival perished
the hungry must be fed
or the impact of their hunger will be felt;
stillness
silence;
“Well, there are no mirrors in Nature,”
now says the Capricorn – the female of the hosts, a woman of heart and mind, of ideas and letters
the quick witted one
who from Saturn come.
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