Poem By AHO Speaks
A name is a name and cannot open a door
To identify family and self and little more.
A creators will cannot be undone
Else we all die; along with our earthly sun.
Within the circle of original thought
The birth of imagery and all else was wrought.
Not just by action but by definiton of Id
Everything in our universe; the creator personally did.
Not by bread alone or the removal of a stone
Enough signs and gifts to bring us back home.
We will shed the body like the skin of a seed
To reveal the soul, as a mirror of earthly deeds.
The creator will listen to the crying voice
As its child; it has no other choice.
Not with all things will your request be given
Nor by the things of this world but the eternal living.
Written words are for the living to read
The mind as the soul of images to lead.
10-13-05 Aho Speaks