A Thought
--Fanny Howe 

To return to infancy: to be without speech. 

The threshold between Eden and Heaven.
Ground and cloud. 

Hollowed out, each image will lose its definition bit by bit. 

An infant in Purgatory still covers her head with swaddling
Or is it the sunlight lying on the floor? 

We try to domesticate our spirits like children.
We chase and chastise them until they change.
We spend our lives trying to release them again.

[from The Needle's Eye: Passing Through Youth]