The Prodigy

Her thoughts were like a great machine Driven by a force of unlimited potential Reactive responses tempered to produce such diversity Each image a symbol that armed her mind to Manipulation The winds of puberty recently passed Bringing with it a cruel mimicry and argued caution for Sensations of the body that allured and called for attention She walked a delicate edge at such a young age Her words now always outlined in Overreaching Brilliance Rich consciousness displaying Minutiae of Observation That expressed great energy of sophistication and a Circle Sense That All Life is Interconnected and in Service of All Other Life So many ideas began to spring from nothing – On one side the cold hand of mortality On the other the nurturing rustle of warm colors Snared by Destiny and shocked into Deep Understanding She saw the world as not nice Yet split with a duality that offered such beauty – Wisdom and valor and justice and prayer Hold back the darkness in a grip of steel “What senses do we lack that we are so oblivious Of another world singing all around us?” Tears pressed tautly for escape beneath her closed lids As Supreme Notions and Designs came unbidden From a place beyond places… – That which submits Ultimately Rules – – A gift is a blessing For the Giver – – Leadership is not revealed Without Conflict – – The Wisest know what They Do Not Know – – Prevailing over others is strength – Prevailing Over the Self is Greatness… – Erasing desire Brings Peace – – Life is not a mystery to solve – but rather a Reality to be Experienced…. Profound impressions kept coming on and on and she wept for futility – For who could she tell…