Is there something wrong
with the truth of a child –
that we must teach her
how to be human? If she is wise
she will spend the rest of her life
trying to forget.
She will want to be G-d.
The purity I know,
the place where we come from,
does not go away. It’s here.
But i’m sometimes afraid to look
into the eyes of a child,
lest she should see doubt in me –
all the horror written there;
Lest she be infected with shame,
with the thoughts that come after
life happens. When we forget G-d.
Oh we become so disturbed.
Don’t change little one, keep your truth;
Fall into your love. Be as you are.