Killing An Ant
My thumb presses the life
Out of a tiny red ant.
I am thrown into a spiritual quandary.
What right have I to kill?
Daily, we kill without knowing.
We eat the living cells of salads,
Spray our surroundings with Raid,
Crunch hapless snails on our walks.
In killing is there a right and wrong?
The rhythm of life and death…
The sparrow eats the living seed.
The hawk kills the sparrow.
Nature’s pattern of truth steps aside of man’s
ideas.
The rhythm of birth and rebirth,
The spinning of trillions of particles hugging
nucleases,
Spinning together
Making the universe
A big party mix of particles…
Energy does not live and die…
It exists.
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Death is only relative to life.
Life and death need each other.
The ant needs the thumb to change its form.
Sub-atomic particles
Atoms
Molecules
A blade of grass
A tiny ant
A human person
All infinitely spin around
the dizzy design called
“life and death”.