From a Child’s Lips

Charmed Chaos

Cup of Cognition(The Children’s Cup) by Odilon Redon

“And the truth shall come from a child’s lips who has drunk from the elixir of time past and present.” – Linda Lee Lyberg

She, a pale child born suckling on wisdom’s tooth

Though her form is frail, she has all knowledge

Of the universe within each delicate finger

Caressing the wings of gentle butterflies

Delighting in the scent of lavender

As a golden crown of pollen adorns her head

Honeybees gather round, lulled

By the brightness of her musical laughter

Pausing midair to understand, to listen

To the calming nature of her ancient words

Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: April 2020 Days 6-10

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