The Picture of a Child

(A poetic representation of this world unfolding before a child as he grows up to adolescence) He stood on a hill, And saw a picture, A silent stare at the universe, Meaning without a description. It hung by a branch, Too weak to live, The picture was of a child, Represented by “force of will”. An absurd birth, The peace of wild things, An uneasy existence, And an an anxiety of seen things. A slow rapture, The sudden unbecoming, Wonder and the magic, And truth, that is forgiving. The first instincts of animal, Devoured by envy, A dog killing a dog, Ah! Such freedom for jealousy. The red in our body, The white in our souls, And colourless love, Forgotten but extolled. Genuinity of our emotions, Thoughts and reflections, A circle of understanding, A prism of actions. The fascinating possibilities, The pages drawn with wisdom, The frightening limits, And the boundaries of freedom. Such remarkable coincidences, Such abundance of peace, Diversity of similar faces, Such abundance of greed. A weak thread, Binding us all, We are one and many, The strongest knot. The universe included, And everyone’s dreams, The revelations from that picture, The flashes from within. He stood on that hill, And the glory became his, The contrasts of creation, But will he dare to live?