How does one praise the glories
of life?
What gifts could I bring to the
alter of understanding?
Though my years are many am I still
not childlike in my quest for wisdom?
O yes, I remember my days well upon
this earth
As a child I played in a sandbox as have
multitudes and never gave a thought to
the majesty of the heavens
But my eyes were clear and blue and my
mothers milk was the ocean of life
I knew nothing of bullets and of fire
and war
I only knew myself and the unspoken truth
of divine knowledge came in a warm blanket
wrapped around my tender frame
But the days would come when the sting
of some hellish intruder would produce
a thorn in my heart
My toys I must set aside for a new knowledge
of bruises that would not heal
Thorns whose blood born in a river of hate
must give me pause to think
Infant eyes that saw only cotton candy and
christmas trees were now reading the words
of the old philosophers
But I wanna go home to the warm
Wanna fall into heavens sleep
For I have not found all that the
mind had promised
I have observed the mathematicians with
their slide rules and pencils and yet
their equations though ever so precise
had left their hearts cold and behold they
had lost their home in the midst of some
souless spirit of life
Then knowledge was just another one of my
broken toys and did I not fair just as well
when in my pristine ignorance I swung starry
eyed on my swing sucking my thumb?
I wanna go home where life is life and I
don't have to think anymore
I wanna know without knowing
That is the world of true love
Away with knowledge..