EVOLUTION

 
Once I was a Paleolithic painter, a sensual hunter  
plundering the earth, living from hand to mouth,
drawing at one end of the cave, all my worries ordinary.
I was faithful to nature, transmitting pure and honest beauty,
my drawings of movement were snapshots.  
I saw the finest nuances of color
and didn’t know what shadows were.
I didn’t believe in gods or the world to come,
I lived in an age of deeds
and afterwards I split in two and divided the world
into reality and the beyond, 
the seen world and the hidden one
the mortal body and the soul.
 

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