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