The Primordial One Poem by Marieta Maglas

The Primordial One is immanent, while He's never transcendent
And this existent world at the beginning was only His vision.
The Lord has Been to create his vision world without lightweight
In this real world of Becoming, with His meticulous precision.


In the beginning, we were His imagination; we were a reason for creation
And, only for being with Him, He made us in time to become so real.
The Tower of Babel wasn't an illusion when people suffered tongue confusion,
God isn't an illusion in our perfection when His plans He wants to reveal.


We are in our Apollinian illusion when we think that God means confusion
And the perfectionism we try to reach, in the meantime,
But in the reality of our Apollinian confusion, God is no longer an illusion.
He's extant in this age of Being and agony of Becoming; he is sublime.


To reach our perfection, we sing a hymn, we need to be with Him
Because when we are not with Him, we are in the illusion of Being.
Without transmogrifying us, to transfigure Him, sometimes, we have a whim,
Because we need to understand our illusory own perfection in well-being.


We try to put ourselves in His place to understand His grace
We need the Dionysian illusion of Being to experience the world we know.
In both Dionysian and Apolllinian illusions, we jump to our conclusions.
We are ideal Primordial Beings creating our Apollinian powerful show.


I am this person staring back from His mirror at me, I want to be.
I want to identify this image with myself and to realize who I am.
Because of my sins, I lost my serenity, I have a sense of my mistaken identity.
I have been His dream, I am His child and for saving me He sent me His lamb.


Everyone dreams, but it seems that no one believes in dreams.
One by one we need to wake up and out of our illusions of self.
The world of minds is God's mental projection, it has interconnection.
Without this major pervasive reality, the world did not exist in itself.


The sufferings of the people can be in an ideal space, having no grace,
And they live in their world of solely material realities without restriction.
Others believe in the world, which is non-physical and it's essentially spiritual,
They need a mental, spiritual, and moral dimension for a life without conflicts.

Poem by Marieta Maglas