Random musings from my awakening dementia...
11.12.2003  
My Boy
 

Thoughts I've thunk while sippin' at a cup of tea and reading something provoking, often get dropped here for the benefit of humanity and my own hubris.

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Been rather distracted lately on account of the wonderful birth of my son (hopes that explains the lack of posting as of late). He’s really quite beautiful and like most infants inspire the best in their parents.

I see my self
In black-eyed raven
In rippled water
In yellow aspen.

Everything is me
Obviously shown
In face of my son
Not yet three days old.

Not to be a me
But an other me
To nurture, to care
To observe, to be.

Life begins, the dream
When my boy Vishnu
Opens his heavy
lidded eye anew.

Each face is hopeful
Each birth a promise
My son is shining
Perfect completeness.

Thought originally posted on Wednesday, 12 November 2003

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A comment to this from the author

For a bit of background on this Vishnu reference, see this other thought.

Comment posted on Friday, 14 November 2003
A comment to this from Dan

Congratulations, it doesn’t get any better than this-a loving wife, a daughter and now a son. I’m happy for you. My love to you all.

Comment posted on Saturday, 15 November 2003