Child-smiling (1)

The pristine innocence

Of that look.

Nothing in the lips to suggest

guile,

Eyes that do not blink

Full uninhibited moons,

Like those of a sage,

Piercing through you,

No subterfuge in a gesture,

No craft in a prank,

No device in a smile,

Just trust

Angelic

You could never betray,

As you hold hands

In the little clasp

And relieve  your complications,

Inside its firm grip

Of love.

 

Hold a child’s hand

And look into his eyes

Transcending

All your laborious meditations

Fulfilling

All your remotest explorations,

Surpassing all your knowledge

In one moment

You have found God

As you let slip your mask,

Forego your tricks and treachery,

Shed your skepticism

And transform into a child.

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