On this earth, a name and language give a frame
In which we can create and find a local home.
We are very near to chaos and its fears
As we lie beside our mother wrapped in shawls of tears
But blind chaos can find a form truly its own,
Creating patterns out of dark and wild unknown.
You become a person ,for a time to be alone,
Until love comes along when you are but half grown
With some struggle,and great care, a new shape grows,
In which love’s twoness and its oneness both are shown.
Out of blankness grows a living new design
When what’s yours is mine and I’m yours for a time,
Inside that chrysalis we may feel despair,
Not knowing that our new creation’s near.
First blackness dissolution,then new form—-,
With joy at last ,we fly into the dawn