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Nothing in Excess
(the second Delphic maxim of Apollo)



A mixture of the brute and the divine
                                                Man is,
That’s why the strife in his soul never
                                                    Ends,
As the eternal adversaries for superiority
                                                     Strive,
In the depths of everyone’s divided
                                                    Heart,
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The brute:
Limited by the dimensions of space and
                                                           Time,
Intimidated by the oppressive notion of cruel
                                                    Alienation,
Frightened by the savage idea of inglorious 
                                                    Temporality,                                                         
And horrified by the torturous thought of merciless
                                                          Mortality,
Eager to pull man down to the material world
                                                          Desires,
And with the heavy chains of bodily pleasures
                                                            Him to tie!
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The divine:
Unrestricted by the dimensions of space and
                                                                Time,
Animated by the lofty idea of unity with
                                                           The ONE,
Strengthened by the noble thought of clement
                                                              Eternity
And exalted by the gracious conception of 
                                             Comforting immortality,
To raise Man to the immaterial heavens
                                                             Yearns,
And with the purified delights of spirit him,
                                                      To nourish!
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When the ruthless brute, victorious from the
                                                  Battle emerges
And body’s barbaric cry of victory
                                                        Shouts,
Benign spirit, inside the prison of here and now
                                                             Is found,
From where, silently, the devastation of divinity,
                                                             Observes.
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When eternal spirit triumphant out of the war 
                                                          Appears,
And the illumination of the soul, jubilantly,
                                                         Proclaims,
The perishable brute, even from its basic needs,
                                                         Is deprived,
Thus, slowly, painfully, and persistently is fainting, 
                                                                      Away.
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Only when the brute and the divine a truce
                                                          Declare
And their powers under the banner of universal
                                                        Reason unite
Rendering to each other, at the proper time, 
                                                  Its equal share,
Harmony is established in our souls and the
                                                   Human is born!

                                                               

  ©    Demetrios Trifiatis
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