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 made me like a god
Or a devil;
I laud you and I curse you,
You impenetrable
Mystery of creation,
You dichotomy of concepts,
Yet really my same source,
My earth - my mother...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz