Before, there was nothing.
Excitation deafened its silence
Releasing a tsunami of realisation out into the endlessness.
Its stillness disturbed.
The first sub-particle
to coalesce into being,
to move into shape,
to shape into form,
Creation combusts amok
Propelled by blow-out winds
Chaos churns and twists, decays and settles
into All - the beginning, the middle, the end,
the between, the above, the below,
the before, the after, the now, the then
spinning off into the endlessness
which is no longer nothing.
Destiny is writ
The Word is made conscious
And we are born
but live framed by our finiteness within the limitless expanse.
© Sheila Ash, 2018
(Inspired by a piece entitled “Emit – The Start: Not to remit” written by my Creative Writing class colleague Simon Watts)