So much time spent just to end up where we first began. As children, unconditionally experiencing the world. Exploring, laughing, crying, excited by it all. Our eyes were so big so as to see the trees, the clouds, the grass, the sky for the first time. Words of spontaneity left our mouths to express the phenomenal world of our experience. We were sentient beings with complete openness, unaware of any opinion of the world. There was no distortion of reality, only the unfolding of reality itself. The world around us celebrated us for our shining nature, for it had drifted away from its own long ago. And to be in the presence of little children, with awareness, to perhaps find it within ourselves that which we search for with aggression and disappointment outside ourselves with each years passing, forgetful that this primordial nature had never left us, but only lay dormant. I experienced it thru you little one, smiling inside as I watched you jumping on the bed, swinging your arms in celebration, making uncoordinated sounds of happiness from your wide open tiny mouth as only infants can do. In all irony, it is you from the teacher from which I should be studying. For you naturally breathe the human experience of freshness, of contentment.