Birth

Who are you, child of a mysterious species and where do you come from? For millions of years you've grown to this present state. A superior animal? The governing prince of all living things that bears the crown of creation? Are you accident or purpose? Only the wind carries the answers to those questions of life. Right now you are as naked as one can be, helpless and maybe frightened by a sudden ending of a journey which has just begun. Yes, you are a miracle. An inconceivable construction of nature, intelligent and beautiful, fragile and fascinating. But will you choose to improve on those mother given gifts, that life has bestowed upon you so vital like falling rain for a barren land? Or will your life just be a shadow of unheard and unseen heights to reach? And there is this unfolding wind again, whispering: Birth is the unconscious beginning of a dividing path paved with the ancient heritage of decision that men cannot escape from.

© Holger Rudolph 2001