The Gnostic Soul
There is no world
that has not been born of a crack
of a cry of pain and pleasure.
Beings and things
are a double-edged blade
the result of a cryptic pact.
For generations and worlds
worlds and generations on end
we live and continue to live
like a bird with no sky
like a fish out of water.
This body and its tributaries
are but a boomerang whose
return may be fatal - the half-angel
half-demon and oh-so-perishable fruit
of a cryptic pact. BUT…
within and beyond this body
something is longing and fighting,
above all fighting,
for a return to before the Fall
for a return to when and where
nothing separated us from
THE GREATEST LIGHT...


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