The Encounter with Innocence
Where have I come from?
Where did you pick me up?
The baby asked its mother
She answered half crying, half laughing
And clasping her baby to her breast
You were hidden in my heart as it’s my desire my darling
You were in the dolls of my child hood games
And when with clay I made the image of my god every morning
I made and unmade you then
You were enshrined with our household deity
In his worship I worshiped you
In all my hopes and my loves, in my life and the life of my mother, you have lived in the lap of the debtless spirit who lives in our home
You have been nursed for ages
And when in girl hood my heart was opening its pedals
You hovered as a fragrance about it
Your tender softness blossomed in my youthful limbs
Like a glow in the sky before sunrise
Heavens first darling, twin born, with the morning light
You have floated down the stream, which is the world’s life
And at last you have stranded on my heart
As I gaze on your face, mystery overwhelms me
You who belong to all
Have become mine
For fear of loosing you
I hold you tight to my breast
What magic has snared the world’s treasure in these tender arms of mine
by Tagor