The Journey Into The Unknown Is A Return

Childhood

Childhood is Hope

Childhood is Magic

You grow into an adult but that enigma is still present-

I may have lines in my face

And I may be wounded,

I may have to find the courage to put my parents

Back into the Earth,

But You come into this world Whole

Not fragmented-

And the journey of any Life

Is to rediscover

That oneness

with Self-

The Self,

That is not ashamed

For what it is...

Not guilty for what it Says,

What it Thinks 

What it Does-

That Self,

That is pure essence

Not yet conditioned by others-

Not yet conditioned 

By its own critical self,

Who has become,

Unfortunatly,

A critical Adult-