PRIMAL
GODS
Those
fresh eyes, wide-opened with new consciousness,
Must
have viewed, on those old African plains,
A
universe, perceived as symbols,
Requiring
explanation.
The
first sun, wide-arching over wilderness,
Must
have drawn, in his proud, governing curve,
An
image, archetype for deity,
Demanding
salutation.
The
first moon, star-jewelled on black velvet,
Must
have shown, in her soft rhythms and phases,
An
omen, veiled and wrapped in mystery,
Desiring
satisfaction.
The
first gods, joint rulers of awareness,
Must
have come, in that slow dawning reality,
From these two, defining psyche,
Revealing
intuition.
Today's
eyes, far-probing ancient galaxies -
Will
they see, in their new, awesome discoveries,
The
same power, suggesting gods,
Disturbing
rationality,
As our wondrous, primal ancestors?
©Richard
Hill
Primal
Gods [2:27] - soundscape composed by Richard Hill
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