The Source

You bore me and you nourished me,
You gave me life,
That alternating adventure
Of joy and suffering,
You made me,
Yet, you will destroy me
And reshape me
Over and over again
Till the end of time,
You stunt me
Like the Japanese gardeners
Stunt their trees,
Yet, you put the whole universe
Into my consciousness,
And make me like a god or a devil,
I laud you and I curse you,
You impenetrable mystery of creation,
You dichotomy of concepts,
Yet, both really my source,
My earth - my mother.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2005 Alfred Charasz