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Friday, June 26, 2015
Parable of Nature and Spirituality by Marvin X
Parable of Nature
sun, Ra ascending, beam of light, truth. Air still.
Ancient trees, rolling hills. Bird symphony. Cry of wild
turkeys. Cows graze. Lizard inside my funky shoes
outside door. Now he's a funky lizard. Lizard inside my
house. I put him out but he finds his way inside each
day as if he lives there. Snake slithers into tall
grass. Geese head north following leader.
turn off the music you might hear the birds. Let the
birds sing bye bye black bird. Turn off the music.
Listen to the bird god.
Negroes come to the country they bring the beat from the
city. boom boom boom. boom boom boom. the urban jungle
beat. boom boom boom. Negro say kill the lizard, kill
the bee kill the fly kill the bird kill the mosquito
kill the turtle. boom boom boom. boom boom boom. Negro
can't be still enjoy nature, nature's God as Sun Ra used
to say. Cannot connect with trees, mountains, creek,
rivers. Negro not at peace. Cannot appreciate stars in
the night, moon, Jupiter. Negro must have beat, jungle
beat, boom boom boom, boom boom boom. Too quiet he
moans. Let there be noise. Boom boom boom. Kill the cow,
kill turkey, kill deer. Boom boom boom. One cow says to
another, "Why don't they return to their city where they
kill each other?" Boom boom boom.
Go down to
the creek, talk to the water, listen to the water, be
still. Listen to water crossing stones, water crossing
weeds, listen. Let water fill your ears, water moves
forward gushing forth, pure water.
Look up at
the Hawk gliding smooth, no wings moving, still, gliding
high low, stops still in sky. Move like a hawk. I am
hawk, searching for prey. Chief bird of the air,
controlling ground traffic, bird of grandeur, king of
God everyday. The tall pines, silent, still for a
thousand years. God speaks loud and clear, except to
deaf dumb and blind, crazy with saviors and messiahs
whose message they will not heed in a thousand years.
Can they fool God? The fool fools himself.
pronouncements, wicked actions. Cannot be still, cannot
stand tall like pine. Cannot bend in the wind.
is strange today. There are no birds, strange silence.
No birds, no Hawk gliding. Can life be without birds,
their constant song. How can one get up without birds.
Is morning to be no more. What world is this, the world
money bought. The world for the material boy and girl.
Where are the birds?
I am in
the garden. The garden is in me. Here comes the
butterfly. What happened to the butterfly this year. Did
man kill the butterfly. Why kill Bill. Don't you see all
of nature gathers around you in the name of love. The
flowers come to you in the name of love. Even the weeds
are golden, full of beauty, full of love.
is still like the first morning of the world. I write
naked on a bench. Squirrels watch me watching them. =====
For more parables and fables by Marvin X, see his The Wisdom of Plato Negro, Black Bird Press, $19.95.
Marvin X will receive a community service award at Oakland's Juneteenth, Saturday, June 27, 2015, 32nd and Market, North Oakland.