Before the Deluge

The Dream of the One in Times Past

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

            In the lands of the frozen north

           One encounters a most curios moth.

           This one's huge, the size of a giant

           Like the beginning, the age of Orion.

 

           I am the one, your inner being, it says

           I, the one, you'll be someday.

           A social self that is also the individual me

           Why a king no doubt, why spare the gratuity?

 

           An ancient but enduring heritage it be

           That we today, take for a habitual deed.

           Far from the mind of the plain householder

           Imprisons the rational, for it needs the wonder.

 

           Not yet prepared to handle the ordinary

           Not without a reward that's salutary.

           To discern what's in it for me

           Every act it appropriates, for a little fee.

 

           The pleasure principle, its law to be

           Not yet the social dharma of equality.

           Whence do we create for all to agree?

           And living free with regard to everybody.

 

           Hoping then for such an event

           Sometime in the future then.

           When all is one and the one is all

           I'll be content to be me, if that's all.