Our origin

A picture frame, a coastline, or a fence
The edges of   our thought fall off this world
Our limitations guide us and makes sense

Structure allows release  of our defence
Like  unborn babies in the womb stay curled
Think picture frame, or coastline, or a fence

A home is where we give our love a chance
Burn bright  fires to turn  lead   into gold
A limitation guides us with  its sense

Boundaries contain our values   dense
Keep our hearts from freezing when we’re cold
Think picture frame, or coastline, or new fence

Beyond  the reach of words,  stretch real, immense
The grounds where  life and pain are grasped and held
Humility  informs us with  its sense

From swollen eyes   the rinsing tears will well
Pride and envy melt, destroying hell
The edges of our  knowledge shiver then
Beyond them  we can sense our origin