A life and death

Luscious greens and shades of amber.

Tapping into the peace and quiet of the world without men.

The ambience of life itself concealed by the watchful mother.

Men concerned with wrong and right.

Trapped in the cycle of embracing the dark rotting essence today, and then revolting to the sins of yesterday. 

To worry for the fate of oneself in the after life is to live a life of conditions.

My fear of moving on keeps me pinned to the wheel of good and evil.

For today I choose good tomorrow I must act in sin. 

Losing reverence for the beauty of sun and moon.

I am no sun nor moon, as some days my fire does not burn and my rhythm has no beat.

At core I am an animal with uncontrollable desires and actions, like the earth itself, chaotic , yet magnificent and finely tuned. 

Inside of us lives a struggle between embracing our nature or adhering to the laws that govern the after life. 

Is the wolf punished for his means of feed? Is the sheep fair game?