In Celebration of Grandpa's Life 2/27/23-1/18/2008

“Not Aware of the Moment”

I was not aware of the moment when I
first crossed the threshold of this life.

What was that power that made me
open into this vast mystery
Like a bud in the forest at midnight?
And yet when in the morning I looked
upon the light
I felt in a moment that I was no stranger
in this world.

That the inscrutable, without name and form
had taken me in its arms in
the form of my own mother.
Even so, in the end, the same unknown
will appear as ever known to me.
And because I love this life I know
I can never fear death.

The child cries out when from the right
breast the mother takes it away
And the very next moment to find
in the left one its consolation.