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Hi Alan I have taken a little time to get back to you about this beautiful reflection. Thank you. I find the piece paradoxical, because it seems to refute reason and yet is reasoning in its form of communication. It seems to be saying that the way in which we are made to be reasoning beings brings with it the price of losing that which is light, rich, connecting and insightful (the being). And yet we can only know these things through certain forms of reasoning meaning recognising, piecing together, weighing up value, reaching understanding... By ³rational pursuit² are you meaning the oppression of other impulses, not so rational but that are better guides/unfolding substances in our journeys? The poem leaves me saddened, seeing a child held back and down on a lonely road, all natural impulses willing it to something but there being nothing for it to be embraced by that feels like deep ³m-other². Can you open up why this poem, and why now? It feels like a lament for our discourses. As if you see such a lost child in there somewhere... I am happy to make the leaps myself and openly here I also know the value of creating the lily pads for companion frogs to leap between and I do not want to respond to you with demands for explanation. What you have written feels like a bridge built on a sigh. Love Susie On 19/2/07 6:57 PM, "A.D.M.Rayner" <[log in to unmask]> wrote: > Dear All, > > For your possible reflection. > > > Warmest > > Alan > > ----------------------------------------- > > > Child of Reason > I feel I cannot think > Of My Self alone > As wise > For there can be no wise One alone > > I am not wise > I am a child of suffering > Whose childful yearning > Is to lighten the load > Imposed by those who goad > Us on our way > By means of fearful refutation > Of all that they might seek to find > > I cannot grow up > For in that adulteration > I encounter devastating poverty > A desertion of the spirit > That pools us all together > In the recreative communion > Of our natural neighbourhood > > Can our rational pursuit > Serve any better purpose > Than to chase what we seek > Further > And further > and further > Away? > > If we were only to loosen > Those unforgiving means and ends > The hardline limits of denial > By which we close down on our prey > We could release the life that loves > Our childıs play >