Poesía

As A Child

As a child, l entered the enchanted state

Of awe and wonder, streams of tears

Surging from within, like fountains of spiritual water

Into the naive brain, receiving the sight of trees,

Grass, the blue sky and the yellow sun,

And the sound of twittering birds

Scraping holes in the familiar, allowing access to the infinite

Well of extreme beauty, miraculous absolute joy,

And the ecstasy of nature‘s unity, seething in truth and love.