The way in is the way out, you must
go through at the gate
Sensei said
We
ate the fruit of the tree of knowledge
We
consumed a principle of justice, the understanding of good and evil
We
became self-aware and cognizant of our failings
We
became writers of laws
We
wasted the world in selfish-conflict, greed
We
became aware, and became aware of ourselves, of our lies
We
were mired in the taxonomy of differentiation
We
became arbiters of the law
We
saw the other as our enemy, making them into effigies
We
regarded ourselves with loathing, the cancer of dissatisfaction
We
engaged in violent reprisals
We
became instruments of the law
We
went to the dance with Ego and Id
We
were like Caine and Able, the herdsman and the farmer
We
were urban and pagan, nomad and builder
The
law blinded us to the demands of justice, we were its fools
Facing mirrors that pass through
the universe
Gathering new images on the
way—endlessly reflexive
The infinite seen as finite
The analogue of consciousness,
coded with the cell
Carrying the sensed bits of eternity[1]
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