A Baby is Perfection
by , 03-12-2010 at 01:53 AM (1452 Views)
Her name is Payten Grace Kane, she was born at 9:45 PM and weighs seven pounds, nine ounces. She is perfection wrapped in a bundle. She smiles when I hold her (or at least I think she smiles). She makes a swishing movement with her tounge and whose mouth is smaller than a soda cap. Her eyes are squinted but alert and her cheeks are smooth as silk.
Prior to the birth I sat in the waiting room reading a college textbook on world religions borrowed from my brother's girlfriend who was also there. I read whatever excerpts of Tao Te Ching were provided in the Daoist section.
As I held the baby I thought how she was the closest thing to the perfection and holiness of the Tao. Her universe was as simple and honest as possible. Her blissful lack of knowledge of the world is beyond conceivable to us wounded and experienced adults. This is a child, lacking and empty of philosophy, religion, war, politics, family, stress, responsibility, anger, sexuality, social acceptance, and even thought itself. This is a child, and she is as perfect as anything in this world.



