Tag: #myth

Manu wore the wolf’s pelt as an achievement.
With a single arm and scars on neck,
no one was to mess with him.
He passed many travellers, saw many tribes.
He rode on a lot of lands and stopped at many tribes.
He saw their fears, listened to their gods.
He ran into people who had different gods,
but he still did not reach even one single God.
He was fed up with the land and wished that there was a place.
A place with no soil but filled with waters.
He rode through instinct and followed the cool breeze.
He somehow believed that there was actually such a place.
It took months, and he finally saw something.
A mass filled with water and it was bigger than any river he saw.
He could not see the land at all.
It felt like land ended there,
and it was all water ever forth.
He got down his donkey and rushed at the waters.
He cleaned himself and yelled with joy.
He remained there for days, and he was finally at peace.
But he still didn’t know where the gods reside.
No soon did he ran into a wooden construction,
that was floating on water and bigger than any raft.
It had humans on it, and it wondered him more.
How many ways will us humans find,
before we found peace?
He held a huge stick and waved at the nearing ship.
His looks were scary, but his charm still was around.
They welcomed him aboard and treated him with drinks.
They spoke in one of the known languages,
and it was of a tribe that was dysfunctional.
Its members migrated and found many ways to live.
He told them he met their root tribe,
they were happy, but they called them fools with no brains.
For they have actually converted and started believing more.
Their gods are visible and do communicate with them.
Manu jumped with thrill and asked them to show.
The captain took Manu to the edge of the boat,
fingered towards the currents.
Water is God, the air is God,
the God is also fire and earth that we walk.
God is not something that is not there.
It is something that makes us live.
It feeds our stomachs and lets us live,
it makes our lives better than we need.
Manu was shocked, and he laughed.
He felt like he was filled
with the knowledge that he needs.
He spent a few months sailing with them,
salvaging the islands and sleeping on the decks.
But he dropped off with his donkey to set foot again.
For he was not a settler, and forward he began.
He passed a few tribes more and more,
he told them nature was the God.
Few hated him and kicked him out,
while a few started to understand.
He kept himself out of connections.
He never returned to any of those tribes.
Still wishing to confirm he kept on going north.
Ran into beasts, and threats of human beings.
No matter how north he went,
he only saw more beasts.
Beasts that hunted and killed,
humans that imitated beats.
Soon he reached the peak of land,
once again to the edge of waters.
He sat down to contemplate.
Cleaned his greying beard.
His skin grew pale, and wrinkles were his friends.
He knew his time has come,
and there was no stairway to heaven.
One more thing left for him to do,
he returned to his original tribe.
It grew big into a village,
and the priest was his younger brother.
The people recognised him so soon
and repelled through his coming back.
Questioned their faith and cursed them bad,
he put his answers right there.
He told them what’s right,
and the gods are fictional.
To pray what is visible and worship one and all.
His brother was so tough and challenged him to fight.
I’m no seeker of thrones,
for I have seen it all.
I have not come to sow my seeds,
it is just my duty.
My duty for you all,
my cousins and brothers.
For I will die, if you want,
be it last sacrifice.
His words were sharp and also was his charm.
The people saw his reason,
and half of them started believing.
He still did not stay and kept going on
for his mission to succeed.
He preached the words of a beautiful life,
and he spread harmony.
He was on his deathbed,
and he told this to me, his disciple,
these last words of life.