There goes the last temple turtle

One day after a month almost while the rain poured the whole day, Gojo told Zen, “you know my totem is tortoise, so practically I couldn’t have eaten you. I was so hungry I did not know how to think straight. But then when I asked you, you said I could eat you and I felt sad. Surely I was not so hungry that I had to eat you. Besides, if I have you as the last one then I was to grow old with you. I didn’t choose logic, I chose a truth I thought was right. I did not go by the world and I could be wrong but then this world is messy and see where we are now…all because of our lack of this particular instinct. See where we are with so much logic.”

The shadows behind the light

The world once bright with open skies
Now clouded over, filled with sighs
A creeping dusk, a quiet din,
A storm that rises deep within.
Words once kind now cut and bruise,
The light of hope begins to lose.
A bitter taste in every breath,
As fear and anger whisper death.
The laughter fades, replaced with doubt,
We tear each other, drag them out.
Opinions clash, with no regard,
For all the wounds we’ve left unmarred.
The earth, it trembles, worn and torn,
As hearts grow cold, spirits worn.
Neglect has found a fertile home
As trust and love no longer roam.
But in the dark, a flicker still,
A spark, a voice, a quiet will.
If we unite and seek the light, We may, together, end the fight.
For shadows thrive where hearts divide,
But hope will rise when love’s our guide.