An Australian Practitioner

PureInsight | September 16, 2007


Innocence, like a child's heart untainted

when first to flower come spring

like dawn in its moment of awakening

a trembling bird upon the wing.

Innocence, like a tender shoot sprouting

days of blue and cloudless skies

like a spark before the brightest sun

to trust without question why.

Innocence, like a butterfly emerging

water from a purest fount

like the night in silence of prayer

the return to innocence paramount.

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