Multilingual

This is the common sap of humanity's tree. It flows within us all. A shared communion enabler and advancer lifting us above our animal origins. Language- the magical gift of mankind, placing us higher than mere Neanderthal brutes, ignorant and mute. Speech- architect of culture binder and medium for knowledge, ideas this- the foundation of history and civilization. It is both a bridge and a wall, uniter, as well as seperator. Causing confusion and making strangers between foreigner and native- so it has been since the days of the tower built at Babel and from then onward there has by frustration when words are misunderstood, and assimilation comes only through learning. But what of my own linguistic journey? it too, has been a labyrinth leading to diversity and assimilation. For I was raised listening to, and speaking an olden tongue that of my forefather's language of my childhood home, now nearly forgotten flown with wind and time like my father's ashes across the Atlantic. Yet- the memory is not quite so distant, the words come to life deep within and I cannot deny my blood, my heritage, Hungarian- language of my soul. So I grew the immigrant's child receiving my education here, in America mastering English by age seven - by then bilingual English- the transmitter to all I convey in page after page of poetry. this, the language of my mind. And now, well past middle age and destiny has caused change yet again, my vocabulary expands with words exotic to me, romantic and rhythmic Spanish- my language of the heart mi idioma de corazón.