One Who Knows

Before civilization imprinted on you, before speech swallowed your thoughts, before a million rules and regulations strangled your spirit and stripped your flesh. There was a place where the uncontrollable laughter lies, where mirth hides behind each corner and where spontaneity springs full force. To return to the One Who Knows, to brace yourself and jump Full-fledged into her arms Perhaps some curtains will get torn, some pot overturns, or a meal might burn here or there. But this creative soul knows no limits. Recognition of her ferociousness can be frightening. But the raging of her scarlet anger, the scream of her limitless pain, must be, must coexist with the creative forces that build the sky castles, families and fairytales.