03-20-2010, 12:52 PM
...some thoughts that come to my mind..
It brings to mind the loss of innocence I have with the world.
After my first contact with people, fruit, "inanimate" objects,
I have knowledge and I create meanings and devices to get what I want.
For childhood innocence is lost.
The only way I know how to experience something fresh, be as it may, in a fractured way
is through presence or being in the moment.
Your poem is very interesting,
Thanks for sharing, I hope the apple sauce tasted good
with best wishes