chaos and its need for a frame

  • On this earth, a name and language give a frame
    In which we can create and find a local home.
    We are very near to chaos and its fears
    As we lie beside our mother wrapped in shawls of tears
    But blind chaos can find a form truly its own,
    Creating patterns out of dark and wild unknown.
    You become a person ,for a time to be alone,
    Until love comes along when you are but half grown
    With some struggle,and great care, a new shape grows,
    In which love’s twoness and its oneness both are shown.
    Out of blankness grows a living new design
    When what’s yours is mine and I’m yours for a time,
    Inside that chrysalis we may feel despair,
    Not knowing that our new creation’s near.
    First blackness dissolution,then new form—-,
    With joy at last ,we fly into the dawn
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About Katherine

I like poetry, literature and music.And conversation
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