In the beginning there was light

In the beginning there was light

No words

But a trust of

Certain sounds and smells,

Vague images

Slow to materialise

That we grow to love.

And there is fear,

An instinctual response

To danger.

It is always present

But we often confuse

Its role in our lives.

Bodily sensations

Defy explanation

If left to their own devices,

Anxiety can spill out everywhere,

Stifle curiosity,

Distort our experience

Of pleasure and excitement,

When the dawning of a natural

Nervousness

Grows exponentially

Triggering

The birth of fear.

We develop words

To express meaning.

But to determine it

Truthfully, we need to

Interpret all we see.

Use the body as our cue

The language of

The silent art.

The tilt of a head

The softness of a smile

The touch of a hand,

A reassurance

That is constant.

A response we can rely on.

With the addition of words

Come explanations

That bring harmony

To mind and body.

We learn to live,

Safe in the knowledge

We can establish

The truth of things,

From what we see and hear.

Until something goes awry

We encounter slippage,

Time distortion

Lose faith in the world,

Misplace our trust.

Live in fear of

Misunderstanding,

Doubting all we see,

When to run

And when to fight,

Until we come upon a time

We have no words

To use at all.

And in the end…

No light.