Soul song
Being
Is there then not-being?
No, being is all
No before, no after, no time
No here, no there, no place, no separation
No this and that, no other than
Being.
I am being
I am becoming being
I am becoming I am
And there is time, there is memory.
But there was a time when there was no time,
there is a memory of no memory.
What is this I?
I cannot see it, touch it, taste it, feel it, hear it
Just be being it, becoming it.
And yet I separate myself from this it, this being
In order to see what it is to be being
And we are two.
There is difference
There is distinction
There is setting against, there is greater than and lesser than
There is discord
There is domination
And we see this, and we are three.
Were we once one?
In the time of no time, the memory of no memory, we were one.
And we can love us as one
Can we so love one another?
But look!
While we were remembering,
Distinction was multiplying, reproducing
We are many, we are multiple, we are legion
Legion against legion, one against one
Which has forgotten that it is one with one
That it is being, knowing no other
Yet some know another, love another
Are one with that other, recapitulating the time
When there was no time, the memory was of no memory
Where we are longing to return.