Genesis

Void, dark the atmosphere reliant on memory and desire alone
the surge, the passion, the cutting across the abyss to secure
a space in time, a place in chaos. Swirling the black spirals
amassed wheel within wheel of emptiness, the fear of becoming
the dread of allowing, the terror of bestowing.

Here the spark shooting a seed from Itself into itself
a tremble and quake within the speck of what it was once
nothingness. It flips and divides and it slides and caves
it breaks and it halves and it slows and it halts and it moves
it shatters and it trembles and it collapses and it wobbles.

The aloneness of it being something unknown to itself
and then being its mirror likeness and then shattering.
Implosions one on top of one on top of one on top of one.
And below it the shifting of particles formed from a dream
screaming into the silence i am born - real - alive - now - here.

In the speck the cosmos, and in the cosmos the eye of its Creator
the Mind halved and joined in the primal union of Oneness, completion.
Seven the layers, the paradigms, the levels and the personas
Seven the components, the molecules, the atoms and the seas.
Seven the Laws, the births, the lights, the angels, the words.
Seven the vowels, the motions, the spans, the rotations, the days.

Created, be born, live.
Created, move, speak.
Created, bless, work, love.
Created, enjoin, enliven, rest.