Life is beginning.
People are pure,
sweating holy water from their pores.
One cell
becomes two,
and soon
warm, crimson blood is flowing.
A heart is beating
its first
pulse today.
Eyes are seeing
a world
without pain,
darkness,
cold.
The tiny fingers of a baby
clamp your thumb
and you cry.
We are all born pure,
void of temptation,
lust,
greed,
hatred.
Today is the first day
when I open my eyes
and make it so.
Friday, July 15, 2005
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1 comment:
When a child is born
she/he is an empty page
There is a lifetime a head of her/him
to make a histry of her/his own
Loved the abstract and then the way the image appear so clearly
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