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 wanted to create his vision-world without lightweight
In this real world of Becoming, with His meticulous precision.

At 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 tongues confusion,
God isn't an illusion in His perfection when His plans He wants to reveal.

We are in our Apollonian illusion* when we think that God means confusion
And our own perfectionism we try to reach in the meantime,
But this Apollonian theory cannot prove that God is an illusion.
In this age of Being and in this 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 wellbeing.

We try to put ourselves in His place and to understand His grace
We need the Dionysian illusion of Being to experience the world we know.
In both Dionysian and Apollonian illusions, we jump to our conclusions.
We are illusory Primordial Beings creating an Apollonian 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 really 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 Son.

Everyone is dreaming, but it seems that no one really believes in dreams.
One by one, we need to wake up out of our own 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 illusory space, having no grace,
When they live in their own world of solely material realities without restriction.
Others believe in a world, which is non-physical and it's essentially spiritual,
They need a mental, spiritual, and moral dimension for life, without conflicts.


Poem by Marieta Maglas