Triquatrain Poem For The Primordial One Poem by Marieta Maglas

The Primordial One is immanent. His realm is in the ascendant.
This existent world, in the beginning, was only His vision.
Firstly, The Lord created his vision world, maybe not for judgment
In this real space of Becoming using high precision.


Initially, we were His imagination and a reason for creation.
Mainly for being with Him, in time, He made us so real.
Babel's Tower was a desolation; speaking in tongues means revelation.
God is real in our imperfections and our souls He wants to heal.


We experience an Apollinian illusion leading to a nihilistic delusion
And the words' perfectionism we try to reach in the meantime,
But regarding that Apollinian confusion, God has a solution.
While making the sacrifice for Becoming a Being, He is sublime.


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


People need to find the Holy place to understand His grace,
But they have a Dionysian tendency to adopt the world they know.
No Apolllinian illusion could replace our loving Father's embrace.
People had a delusive part of existence to create an Apollinian show.


God is my mirror staring back at me and I want existent to be.
In His self-image, I can identify myself to understand who I am.
I was a sinner while trying to be free, but He saved me.
I was His dream, I am His child prepared to follow His Lamb.


Everyone is dreaming, but how many believe in dreams?
One by one, we do not need illusions about self.
On wavered, Holy streams, we search for our extremes.
Without this major pervasive reality, the world cannot exist in itself.


The sufferings of the people may be illusory spaces that bring disgrace.
In the same way, the matter of this world is the reality of constraints.
This world has a non-physical grace which is Heaven's face.
Peaceful people need a moral dimension to live without conflicts.

Poem by Marieta Maglas