Ooookay

Surrender your arms to me in peace

Forget all quarrels past

Moving slowly towards the light.

What shines so bright as to blind,

But the heart of he who loves?

Bring back to us and our memory

She who was lost and forgotten.

Strange tongues spoken silently

Whisper loudly to me the secrets

Hidden from the Seekers of Old.

Not understood, but known

Are those words to me

Uncovering truths I long to see.

Mirror images flatter my eyes

Telling of my simple ways.

Sleeping infants lure my eyes

Radiating power shinning wisdom,

A sacred knowledge not known to a man.

Okay then, I wrote this poem the other day while I was sitting in a meeting at the YWCA. I wasn't really part of the meeting I was just sort of there. I was watching these women talk, in Korean no less, and not understanding really what they were saying except for a few things. I understood that they were discussing the theory of Fruede. One of the women was holding her sleeping son who was probably no older than a year, he was extremely cute and healthy looking. as I watched him from time to time I understood the amazing power that the infant unknowingly radiates. The amazing power and transformation that each child unborn and born go through, changing and adapting in such a way that we hardly realize what is happening until it is through. This put me in mind of God. The creator. However you look at it or whatever you happen to call God you must admit that an amazing thing was done when the process of life and death were created, birth and dying. The complex yet strikingly simple process is what holds the world, everything really, in check.