In the pre-moral world of the mineral
With its pure gift of the flower
Before the onset of desire
We lived a simpler life of will
Undifferentiated and unconscious
Configured by subtle forces
So we keep looking for the moment
We crossed over into the continent
Of personal feelings stray thoughts
When the beautiful animals we were
Separated out
Into individual selves
And felt it for the first time
The suffering of that longing
To return
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