Peaceful Anarchy - Through the Amazon

Peaceful Anarchy

Lent the sky’s torch, brightly shining his lieutenant’s wonders,
The fullness shattering previous knowns but just a seamless jigsaw piece.
Darkness blanketing all surveyed – gently gliding into the abyss,
Sounds like sights guiding the ear – the tranquillity of Amazonian survival.

Harmonious chords blending into the entrancing atmosphere –
Each bird teasingly alluring to the senses; the unfortunate eye,
The silence of the animals masked but none such avian envy.
A magician softly smiling at his prestige, yet happily anonymous.

Each traveller’s dream broken; each Darwin missing his finch.
Forest walks surrounded by trees like the orderly funeral gathering of pity,
Sworn to the code of secrecy – the half stumps such dire warning.
The promised discovery is the magician’s ultimate illusion!

The ultimate learning frantically lost in mirror, book and class,
Preserved silence of one’s inner senses thawing but not in dismay.
Approving souls dancing – the beat of the birdsong encouraging.
Each memory captured, the tree’s eternal gift – more than just pitiful remorse.

The creator, the magician all but oneself.
To discover the grail is but joy contemporaneous,
To discover oneself is but surely joy eternal.
In glory remains preserved each magician’s own
Peaceful Anarchy!