Unknowing Soul
Am I from the darkness of complete nothing
Do I return to darkness from whence I came
Am I alive and free to do anything
Do I live a small illusion in a game
You who have neither beginning or ending
Bestow us a spirit of knowledge to give
Where have we come from and where are we going
And what we should do to be able to live
As I wept that and hating this violent sea
I then saw the perfect child seven days old
"I am the Word. I am you, and you are me
I am within wood, beneath stones and in mold”
I have come from the light and I am it’s child
It’s motion and rest that I live, now reviled
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