At the Feet of Dionysus

by Peter Saint-Andre

I am the last disciple of
    This hidden, tempter god,
Whose unknown teachings rise above
    The common road men plod

In drunk processions in his name.
    He coaxes me to turn
Within, away from petty fame;
    To fire a slower burn

That grasps at things with lesser greed;
    To still and silent lie,
So that my only, deepest need
    Is mirroring the sky;

To question and to hesitate
    Before I think or act.
Beneath his sway I liberate
    My will and keep intact

My unnamed hopes and energy —
    I'm richer, not in things,
But higher self-reality
    That new and newer sings.

This unknown god delivers me
    From care and pain and fear;
His intercession helps me see
    His influence so near

That I can feel it lodge within
    My soul — feel it inspire
A quickening of life, begin
    To drive me ever higher.

(cf. Beyond Good and Evil, ยง295)

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