Born of fear,
In the company of pain,
From blind and primitive longings…
It transcended,
Floating free beyond the mind’s eye…
Self-evident, we grew upright,
Grasping by opposing thumbs,
For that first focus on reality…
Balanced on an electrochemical thought,
A decision was made…
In the cold, a blinding light,
Of conscious affirmation,
So soon laid bear, an immortal soul…
From the dust, a breath of hope,
As a candle in the dark…
Suddenly vistas were seen,
Through the eyes of possibilities,
On a cognizant plain…
Where wings of truth unfold,
As in the pangs of death, our destiny is revealed…
From the duality of guilt and reason,
On the pyre of blame’s despair.
A tear was born…
Washed pure our ignorance’s bliss,
With the bittersweet taste of good and evil…
With the first of nature’s elements,
A comprehension of ourselves,
Through a mirror of realization, it formed…
By the echoes of our laughter,
And the wonder of it all…
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