At the far end of the universe <br />my childhood mind <br />found a hard wall, high and strong. <br /> <br />Beyond that wall, <br />whose bricks and mortar <br />now I know <br />are made from death and fear, <br />was a terrible nothing, <br />the end of existence. <br /> <br />Yet in my longing <br />beyond it <br />I could hear the silence <br />of distant light forms <br />overwhelming me, <br />weaving complex creativity. <br /> <br />Then I knew <br />there must be more <br />to life <br />than life. <br /> <br />You say, <br />~Sunk in matter <br />you will never <br />find the answer. <br /> <br />First pass <br />the dark gate set in <br />the forbidding wall.~ <br /> <br />And see! <br />Standing peacefully <br />by the open door <br />you show me <br />two trees growing; <br />the first in front offering dark fruits <br />of bitter understanding <br />and the other, <br />tall beyond measure <br />shining through the gloom, <br />the tree of life, a far fountain <br />set among high worlds <br />that see and hear us, <br />that question us.<br /><br />Ian Trousdell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/awareness-edit-the-wall/
