The ego brings on
separateness,
mortality…
our cosmic source
forgotten….
We each then cherish
our separateness
and dread its loss
when its final
surrender is required.

Whenever I perceive
a purer part of nature,
I feel a subtle sadness
at my apartness from it,
a longing to cross the void
between myself and
the nature outside myself.

Even the splendor
of the trees, grass and sky
seem but a baroque veil
separating me from
a profounder essence.

When in dim antiquity
were we first cast out
from our animal innocence?
When did our cerebral fruit
of knowledge
first take dominance from
the primitive brain?
The cost was banishment
and exile…
Forced to
steal fire
from the gods,
we, like Prometheus,
suffered
the vultures of painful
self- awareness
consuming our entrails.
Like Adam, we must suffer
the knowledge of non-being.

Part animal, yet unable to return
to instinctual bliss.
Part angel, yet unable to attain
immortality…
We, each of us, remain trapped
between the jungle of the beasts
and the heaven of the gods….

forbidden to enter either gate….

bibby....

the gated's mind steel
and stolen souls by fire at will
like rebellion gone haywire
burning the witch's bones

when calling to spirit
it recalls no herald's wings
apart from nowhere
as the blend is the energy

the gate be flesh
and the journey of pureness
as if evaporated snow is less?
or, more than once changed


nene