My trunk, the Ark for sacred Covenant
In ancient Heliopolis
Gods sprang from the door of my torso
Honorable member of Order Fabales
Straight shooter from the Family Fabaceae
Gracefully recognizable against the savannah's glow
Seek thou shelter 'neath my umbrella of thorns?
Soul of generosity, yet
I reveal my magical heart only
to those good folk who remember
that at some point everyone needs a hand up
Value and practice
humble Gratitude
Loving Kindness
Generosity
Protecting and caring for self all the while,
for you cannot pour from an empty cup
Wait-a-bit, so many demands made of me
by the grazing hordes
Hook and stab
wicked thorns but one defense
against the insatiable.
I keep a hollow bulb hidden at my roots
housing there a garrison of biting ants
to drive unwelcome masses from my table
Sly giraffes must approach downwind
gathering meager mouthfuls of my sweet leaves
Before I turn them noxious with tannin
Upon the winds releasing ethylene
warning neighbors of the marauders
Cleverly, silently, graciously
Just as I once rescued Osiris from Typhone's trick
keeping him safe til Mother Isis arrived upon the scene
Remember
Greed is selfish
unreasonable
blindly self-defeating
Self-defense becomes a sacred necessity
in a world rapidly forgetting kindness
Yet be generous, I preach
roots, pods, blossoms, leaves, and shoots
Offer shelter and comfort still
Feed the masses, tend the sick
Rehabilitate the haggard ground
Encourage others to grow
not grudgingly but with elation
For we are all connected
Your success is also mine, Beloveds
I desire most your spiritual illumination
For those new to the game, each poem is inspired by a Teacher found in Nature; a star, stone, animal, plant etc that holds lessons of Wisdom for those who listen. Can you guess who is singing today?
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