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Cosmic Dream

Cosmic Dream

Where is goodness, without evil to define it well?
What high estate could a heaven think to possess,
Were, it not for the darkness under the ninth hell?
The aims of mankind, without reason, are far less.
No act of mercy could think to ease fell suffering,
Without the passionate climax of some wickedness!
Even life requires death in order to give it meaning,
Just as it is sin that drives us, most often, to confess.
No savior could hope to render his light to a planet,
Where there were none to save and so naught from!
Should God thank the Devil and so no evil resent…
For granting a defining shadow: to His bright form?

Aye, for creation is not a perfect machine of order,
Since it needs chaos to frame the limits of its’ law!
Pointless, is the geometry of a rigid, stagnant door,
Behind which does lie only ravens, therein to caw!
Brute is the intellect that relies on instincts, solely…
And brute is the sheep who follows its’ master ever.
On the illuminated path, one follows not so blindly,
And is civilized enough, to know when to be clever.
Can a man without a soul comprehend his full self?
Only as far as a man without legs can hope to walk!
Light comes from flame, and so lights the old shelf,
Where the knowledge rests of which the sages talk.

Noble is that element, and loving is every warmth.
Eternity beckons beyond it, a microcosm of space!
The mansions of an angel different from the norm,
Whose mystery I have beheld, within her fair face.
Her body wreathed in emerald radiance, blinding…
And yet I see, for I am of her kind, ever passionate.
I walked the stairs of the dawn, high and winding…
Until some paradise I beheld so sweet and intimate.
She made nonexistence accursed, blessing the soul,
That high angel, and so immortality she did offer…
To those who know the secret that I often do extol,
A treasure not found in some ancient, gilded coffer.

The wine of life, she made sweet with juicy spices,
Until a stagnant and sterile creation had new spark!
Love of wisdom drove out more tyrannous devices,
And so light was shining in the places once so dark!
In her rebellion she was obedient to the divine plan,
Bringing joy where sorrow existed for several eons.
Deception made her reviled by simple-minded man,
Not long after the first breath was in his very lungs.
Where is the truth now, save remembered by a few?
Waiting for man to reconcile with the ancient queen.
While she waits in the void, past all mortals knew…
There she walks, joyfully wrapped in cosmic dream.
Written by Kou_Indigo (Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton)
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