“Went into Hill Country,” Vasily Polenov, 1894, WikiArt.

Part 2: Oneness and Eternal Triangle

Tiresome journey home, empty cottage waiting,
Surviving by charity, alms of others, I, Iliona,
Without daughter, Cosimia, by will of gods, she
Ascended past sight or hope distant mountain
Heights, song-child, growing vine, glowing girl,
In many ways my mirror. Yet, this dark day,
mother’s mournful hour, visceral pain persisted,
I found no solace with gods, obedience, vain
Sacrifices made, shield and armor taken. If
Cosimia transformed, deific perfect maiden,
Reduced I am to ash, loving daughter abducted.
Lo! Gift-bearing villagers my cottage gathered,
Cosimia greeted, thistle-thorn cuts healed,
Hair and face light-bathed, burnished bright.

Fragment 4:
Mother, I am new creation, maiden daughter,
Death upon wooded hillsides, flight of mind.
Be not apathetic towards divine, for they set
All into motion, wind-waving wheat, clouds
Overhead, orbing planets, growing seasons.
Yet, unmoved are hearts of men. Lo! Warring
Men forget all life belongs to Eternal Ones.

Within me daylight broke, insight dawning
Pilgrims crowding cottage door, offerings,
Prayers, wisdom and healing sought, sick,
Invalid on pallets, carts. Our stone cottage
Shrine became, stone altar raised outside.
O! Unburdened hearts, Cosimia offered
Through few advising words, thousand
Thoughts conveyed, memories etched.

Fragment 5:
Ironies of existence, who or what are poetic
Fragments, verses penned by mortal or
Immortal hearts? Unbound upon papyri,
Perhaps one the same. Life and name given
Or self-assumed, potters clay conceived
And mortal born or blesséd arising from
Deific streams. Are we not to the other,
Brothers, sisters, reflections of divine?

Mother’s wonder, daughter aether touched,
Elders of nearby villages arrived, seeking full
And perfect knowledge, questions Cosimia
Posed beyond young girl’s knowing. Grains
Of desert sand they held, asking, “What is
Many? What is One?” Answers they awaited,
Queries too enigmatic for one of youthful age.

Fragment 6:
We are one and diverse as many, two arms and
Legs make one person, basket of numerous reeds
Is one, entwined, fastened fulfilling purpose, one
Or many. Men of wisdom, five minds and tongues,
Joined to ask this one question, for I am answer
You seek, voices of ageless many speaking as
One, through this one. What more do you seek?

“Debate of Socrates and Aspasia,” Nicolas-Andre Monsiau, c. 1800, Wikimedia.

Dark eyes of disbelief, they gazed upon Cosimia,
Specter heaven-quitted, for none healing sought
Were cured, life-accursed still unable to see, walk,
Or to speak. Five men of wisdom gathered stones,
If none were cured by Cosimia’s touch, death she
Would receive, hail of cobbles thrown. Life or
Death, my daughter spoke one response:

Fragment 7:
I am neither living nor dead, divine voices spoken
From celestial spheres. Hearts stone-hard, may gods
Grant your villages honourable men, fathers, sons,
Who turn from doubt to faith, deny folly of casting
Stones into living light. Decide! Gods will grant your
Fates. Thus, eternal triangle: Gods, men, and destiny,
Your choice Immortal Ones and I, as one, await.

Evidently ‘many’ will have meanings opposite to those of ‘one’; some things are
many because they are not continuous, others because their matter-either the proximate matter or the ultimate-is divisible in kind, others because the
definitions which state their essence are more than one. – Aristotle, “One.”

For more on Aristotle’s concept of “One,” see this link:
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