Jonathan Beale ~ To a New Born

‘I am not yet born; O hear me.
Let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat or the
club-footed ghoul come near me.’
Louis MacNiece


Thoughts alone in darkness.
The question is, why are we here, you’d think?
Why are we here what have we done to be here?
What will we do, and why, or why not, – If the Dane spoke true.
What will we do – in this growth of complexities, is thus.
That the cells grow divide and multiply like divers cutting the air.
Becoming one in a beauty of self and the id

This is “the” to come another linage
To: A name an epithet to grow into
To become: a day, date, and time.
The people you share this earth with
Will grow and grow and grow grey
As soon as growth becomes whole.


Life is before you –
Open, the empty vessel
That will fill every time
The infinite moment
With life’s experience
Joy and want

The wind will pass
Around you
Learn to bend and not break
Root yourself
In the truth and you will find
And only you can grow to

Complete yourself.


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