Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Fragment 2.

If you have looked into the back of the mirror and gone blind, if you have launched yourself off the precipise of your mind; do not worry. Take your Thrice Blessed and broken mind in your arms and comfort it. It is your child, guide it, nurture it, teach it to see again and love. You are your own son, and daughter, your own wife and husband. The child sits on top, in the nest of your making, furiously contemplating the world; let it. Beneath the child should be the mother or father, there to comfort the child whenever it is lost or afraid. When all is well mother and father can relax, but every now and then, one or other may need encouragement; to play the games that people play.

No comments:

Post a Comment