Children are Whole No.2

 

The sunlight broke through

The leaves in a fragmented pattern—

 

The hefty chuckle

Reverberated through the night air—

 

The question of "Why?" did arise

So piercingly, so suddenly—

 

"Why all this chaos? Why!?"

Again, the throaty laughter

Ejaculated in vibrations

Through the damp fog—

"Why is this happening?"

The incessant insanity,

The selfish pursuits,

The utter lack of wholeness—

 

The night was still and silent

Apart from the occasional

Dripping of condensed fog

Collecting on the colourless leaves—

 

Suddenly, the horrific roar

Of a 10 year old boy

Skidded through the sky

In an elongated stream

Of terror—

 

The shaken shrubs

Stood numb in disbelief

As their molecular constitutions

Slowly regained equilibrium—

 

The memory, though, did remain,

As all memories do,

In the cosmic eye,

The Knower of knowing—

 

"I hear your cry, young lad,

It has been registered, indeed.

You may not have the words,

But your protest is an honest one—

 

The injustice which prompted

Such violent outrage

Is mirrored in thee

O, young one—

A mirror you are.

Your service is acknowledged.

But heal you must,

For the greater wicked,

Is yet rampant—

Polish your mirror

And shine your reflection

Of all who pass,

So that they may see

Their true selves

Without distortion or blur—

 

And if the timing is right,

The memory of their childhood

May too arise, clear and undisturbed.

And they will heal and polish..."

 

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