Superstition

"Red sky at night, Shepherd's delight.
Red sky in the morning, Sailor's warning!”

"When birds fly low, the wind will blow,"

"When the wind backs against the sun,
Trust it not, for back it will run."

"When clouds are all streaky, like mares' tales,
It’s a sign of strong winds — even the next day."

“Don’ tempt fate, It’s in the laps of the gods.”

“Everything happens in threes,” “Third time Lucky.”

“Something old, something new,
Something borrowed, something blue,
Wedding Day taboo.”

Carry a Lucky Charm Rabbit’s Foot.

Give a new-born baby a silver coin.

Touch wood — after commenting
on one’s good fortune.

Cross Fingers — and hope for luck.

Say ‘White Rabbits’
on the first day of each month.

If a black cat crosses one’s trail,
Good luck will fail.

Walk under ladder — luck runs sadder.

Fear, ignorance and superstition,
With each other go hand in hand,
They enjoy a common mission:
Force body from mind’s command!

Humans nurse and cleave to curse —
Remnant terrors from ancient eras?
Thinking the worst, gone perverse?
Hellish calderas that belch chimeras?

Whenever any sane person clings
To notions unrelated to natural law —
Except for entertainment it brings —
His reality account does overdraw.

Our mind, reality’s navigation tool,
Like fine optics, its focus out of tune,
Can’t compare perception to rule,
If shroud of superstition festoon.

This toxin into mind machine,
Damages like sugared sand,
Brings mocking joker to scene,
Renders cognition a wasteland.

Has human race progressed at all,
Grasped a rung on wisdom’s ladder?
Some step upward, alas, to fall —
Shunning reality’s a serious matter.