Sunday, December 7, 2008

Conversation

"Where does it all come from?"
the little brown-haired girl asks.

"Where does what come from Child?"
asks her Mother.

"Where do the words come from? And their order?
Where do the forms come from? And their colors?
From where the melody, the movement?
Where does it all flow from?"

Her Mother pauses, and replies,

"From Me, my Child, from Me."