In the Beginning (from "Legendary")

Here are the stories I was told as a child

Of how the world came to be

Let your thoughts and imagination run wild

Let these stories pass through you

As they did generations

Before me

How faith can fill the ocean

Who's the lady in the moon?

Why Magpie spilt the Milky Way

How the dead receives our devotion

And why the dragon died too soon

And the reason we have night and day

And as you listen

You may wonder

Where do you fit in?

A question to brеak free from the wheel

As life keeps on going

How do we hеal?

So I'll ask it again as I

Begin

In the beginning

There was a god named 盤古

He hatched from an egg

Of chaos

He was so large and so strong

That as He stood

The earth began to break

From the sky

In the beginning there was a god named 盤古

He longed to bring order

To the chaos

He was so sure and so proud

He had no doubt

But as he stood He started

To die

His left eye became the sun

His right eye became the moon

His hair sprouted plants and trees

Out His blood flowed rivers and seas

His voice became thunder

His sweat became rain

As he was dying

He felt no pain

His bones became minerals

His body, the soil

And with His last breath

He gave all things

Life

If this is the world that He made

And He shaped it in His image

Isn't it magnificent?

But why don't I feel as

Magnificent?

Perhaps this is all I am meant to unpack in therapy

In the beginning

From 盤古's ashes

A ravishing goddess

女娲 was birthed

She reached into the soil

And from its yellow clay

The first people unearthed

Even though they were strangers

She shielded them from the dangers

Of wildfires raging

Floods overtaking

The countryside

Then She mended the heavens

Taught them six from their sevens

Gave them the gift of curiosity

Lifted their eyes

Open wide

If these are the people She made

And She shaped them in Her image

Aren't they all beautiful?

But why don't I feel just as beautiful?

I'm writing and singing this

Because I have no money for therapy

I am not a giant like 盤古

Or a nurturing soul like 女娲 was to us

If my ancestors' ancestors' ancestors

Came from Him

Or Her

Then as things were

I won't have a choice

What pronouns I prefer

If life's just yin and yang

What happens to the in between?

Between the dark and the light

The rich and the poor

What's wrong and what's right

How can we be sure?

And what stories do we get to tell

Generations to come?

Will they all feel understood?

Can they all feel

Understood?

In the beginning

There was a god named 盤古

And a ravishing goddess named 女娲