Becoming the Child

In the sea foam, in the swirlings of imagination...

I am a fish, a tadpole...a crocodile

I am an urge, an idea....

A portent of impossible dreams

Between patience, and explosion...and yet...

I am as innocent as the rosy dawn

I sleep with my finger in my mouth

The cord of life curled 'round my ear

And like a child in it's mother's belly,

I am AMONG you, but not WITH you

I know no beginning, for I have no end...

I have always been here, a child in the silence of things

Ready to awaken at any moment...

I am possibility

Ah, what I know was given to me to say...there IS more...

And the worlds that exist....

Are words that exist in the mind of Heaven

There are those of you who believe in the limitations of imagination

They believe in the limitations of the world...you cannot change them!

There is your own work to be done...

And you...you will never reach the end of your own becoming!

The sadness, the creation, the joy of it...

Dance a moment.....reach down and pull me a song, spin and chant

Forget the sorrow that we are flesh on bone.

Return with me to the dark waters......

....to the song in my mother's belly

We are gods, dancing in a whirlwind of darkness

...And in the Womb, before the World began....

we knew each other

we agreed.....

....To part company. To know sorrow, in exchange for joy,

To know death, in exchange for life.

We are the dark seeds of possibility, whispering....

And one by one, we entered alone,

....We walked on our legs, and passed in well-lit streets,

Yet we did not recognize each other!

...Though we are gods!

Gods live, even in darkness

And in the world above your heads

And in the crevices of the dark

And in the open palm of a stranger...

I am the child....the seed in everything

The rhythm, the flower, the old story that lingers

I am air....I am hidden love in a shy maiden's gown

I am the name of things...

I am a man on earth, and a god in heaven

And while I travel the deserts in frail form

While I grow old, and weak, and die...

I live always as a Child, inside the Body of Truth

A blue egg, that rocks in the storm, but never breaks

I sleep in peace, my soul swallowed up by God

Come, know me, for I am the child within you!

Thanks to Normandy Ellis for her inspirational translation of Becoming the Child, a poem in the Papyrus of Ani, one of the Egyptian Books of the Dead, contained in her book AWAKENING OSIRIS. All graphics courtesy of Lucien Morgan, author of Dreams and Symbols. Kabalistic midi Who AM I? courtesy of Rabbi Y. Ashlag.

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