The serpent dips his head beneath the sea
His mother, source of all his energy
Eternal, thence to draw the energy he needs
On earth to do indomitable deeds
Once more; and they, who saw but understood
Naught of his nature of beatitude
Were awed: they murmured with abated breath;
Alas the Master so he sinks in death.
But whoso knows the mystery of man
Sees life and death as curves of one same plan.