In the uterus of mother earth
we live our walled-in lives
barely dreaming of the world
beyond the womb.
of eternity to be relished
beside our speck of time.
If given the choice
we would sty in the cramped wolrd of the unborn –
the world we think beautiful
and secure –
afraid of the contractions of death,
never realizing that they preced
light and wealth and sound
incomprehensible to a fetus,
never realizing that we fear and struggle
because we are but embryos.
- C. Befus
