The Code Poem by Jan Freundschuh

Is the world sick? or is the world pregnant? -Ehud Barak


1)
What's the code, hidden in the daily happenings?
I know it's there, (at least, I
Know it sometimes) .
...Like you're talking to me in Latin, or Swahili,
And your syllables are images...fleeting thoughts
....Mood liftings.

I must ignore all the sad things
Seen in daily awareness.
(Why you cover your lovely encouragements
In such sadness, I don't know.)

But I think you are telling me something glorious,
Beyond all worries....
Something like a birthday party
For a child who's never had one,
Something like discovering that one can wake
From any nightmare,
Like being given the key to the locked away
Powers of the brain,


....Like learning to read, the beautiful, beautiful code!


2)
Will this attempt at deciphering
Stand up to all the hard knocks
We are frequently bombarded by?
...That we are so vulnerable to
In this dense, physical, state?

Of course not!

Even so-
I'm still not sure-

...(Seems it is 'Duality' itself...writing out our fate...
And thus we appear to slide downhill......
a snowball gathering speed.)

Between such thoughts of doom-
And our efforts to see beyond-
Perhaps there is an all out, high stakes race.

So the question still remains:

Are we painted into a corner....

Or.... at home in all of space.