Our Mother

Left naked and scarred
Bleeding into the open sky
Cold winds from her bones
Peeling off the remaining flesh
Raped by her own children
She orbits still

Queen

Queen
To be licked
Tasted
For she is
Down the comb
Laying in the spiral
Cells filling
To continuously be
In the arising and passing
Of the natural
Breath of Universe

Judging the moment

Sun's eyelashes
Caressing the horizon
Falling tears
Soaking the earth
Warm breath
Painting the mist
The sunlight is dying
To be lit inside

The reality of illusion

Like the light
Of a dead star
Nature had died
Long before
It met the eye.

Falling Bird

Just a rainy day
In the eyes
Of a falling bird
To be held
Within the heart
Of an Elemental

Poem of a Dying Bee

Don't cry for me human!
Out of wrong view
Your tears flow now.

Feeling sorrow
For one dying bee
Yet mourning you are not
Your own dying cells.

Vibrating within each cell
The honey bee colony is
As in your body
Cells die all the time.

With each dying cell
A new bee is born.
Continuation of the Universe.

11 Wolves

11 wolves had passed their way
The human way
To their dismay

In the deep of the woods
They are ought to stay
Far away
To hunt their pray

Wolves and Men will never share
The natures gold
The bloody pray

Now too close the pack moves in
Too close to their homes
Against men's will

Nervous fingers pull the triggers
Warm blood flowing
The wolves lay still.

(this poem was inspired by the news we heard today at school. One hunter saw 11 wolves passing very close to our school. They usually stay far away from this village. Humans dont like wolves too close to their homes. This never ends good for the wolf pack)