The Green House of Creation
To pull out the fang of doubt in my mind
And under the influence of my soul,
I went out wandering in a forest near by
Seeking amongst the grass of history
The roots of mankind
Origin growth and mutation
Having thought of Darwin and Mendel,
I climbed up the tallest trees
To make the daily exercises of origin,
Replacing tail by a coil of thoughts
I hang up
I began swaying to and fro,
And felt that I was at the top of the world,
Shaking loose like a tassel of a Turkish fez,
Tantalizing a tribe of monkeys and apes,
Who were driven round the bend
And who mimicked me and stood agape
Overhead, remnant clouds drizzling
When all of a sudden I saw
Colours like bamboo reeds, arched up and down
That brought to memory the astronauts
Who made it up to the moon,
Hunting a speck in the universe,
Trying to bring to light the hidden secrets
Of the what the why the is and the was
Of nature and all the natural reactions
Which account for the existence
Of matter and life.
Excited I took a leap and made a loop up
Through the tubes
And down went I swimming to earth
With my courage teething fear
I pulled up to stand and walk,
When I felt a nightmare lying flat on my breast
«Who are you?» I said,
«I am the shadow of your doubt;
I am the deep unconquerable well of life»
I called up my soul for council
And she said:
«Why worry about a lost key
When the lock was never found,
For the deceptive hidden gate of mystery
Where origin growth and mutation
Will ever remain the hidden secret
In the green house of creation?»