Silver wings of silence
Enfolds my becoming
Feeling fingertips of consciousness
Touch my awareness,
I open the dark rainbow wings
Of my silence
A newly emerged butterfly
In the enlivening sunlight
Pulsating its transformed being
Into the veins of its wings
A moment of adjustment,
Before it spreads its wings
Into the unknown wonder of life
Searching for the nectar
Of its purpose
Being in becoming
Why do I write?
Die heimwee van my hart soek uiting in woorde. Soos twee geliefdes wat ryk na mekaar, so ryk my ongevormde gedagtes na woorde, vir vervulling.
A yearning in my heart reaches for words. As two lovers reaches for each other, so my unformed thoughts, reaches to words for fulfillment.
The Human being is a transitional being. We are in a state of becoming. We are no longer what we were, and we are not yet what are to become.
I do not live in isolation; I live within the ecology of the cosmos. What shapes my becoming? Everything that shapes our universe also shapes my becoming. Thus the subjects that I cover will be what comes into my focus, or is illuminated in the process of my unfoldment.
Life is the crucible of our transformation.