Reflecting back on the semester, I came to one of many conclusions. We are surely all repeating what has been done before and even in our short "human life" span we live many ends and many beginnings. I looked back on my 46years and wrote this poem.
the mythos/the story
ends of the beginnings
creation
like other creation stories, mine just happened
mortals, gods or goddesses that may have been
responsible parties unknown
birth
I was born of Scorpious, year 64 of the 11th month
I was given the gifts of:
understand
see what other cannot
and
survival
for many returns
ends of the beginnings
life of wonder
lies in a kingdom of fog
ruled by the god of forgetfulness (I forget her name)
ends of the beginnings
life of power
negotiator of technology for many in this world
riches, gold and feasts
corruption and deceit soon arrived
ends of the beginnings
life of lust
mixer of exotic juices from the gods
turning the world into a dancing trance
lust and sex rain down for many years
all were happy in the house of moons
ends of the beginnings
the fall
came hard, fast and violent
clouds of dust and cries in the dark
many years of walking lost in mind
looking for death
being rejected
ends of the beginnings
the tree
waking from a long sleep
a forest shows itself to me
it spoke and I followed it around for years
a new world, a life, with beauty and song
wild things never seen before
ends of the beginning
the knowledge
the fog has lifted
I recollect all that is known
to help others remember
ends of the beginning
The Logos/The Truth
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