The void shuddered, this soundless,
light-less, wordless, time-less,
space-less expanse of non-being.
It knew not why,
nor what stirred its depths,
what force of no apparent genesis
quivered in its hushed vastness,
only that it perceived a spark,
an insubstantial wave that grew
into an abrupt thrill,
burgeoning, suffusing the limitless
lacuna with its might.
Curiosity, this newborn, discarnate
instrument, glided into its space,
impelling it to seek continua,
the visible, to relinquish the absolute
for privation and profusion,
for a feast of the elements would
crown its incarnation into substance -
shade and shadow,
dark and darkness,
the dance of will and Fate.
"Leap, little void, through Light into
Creation! The veins of Life and Death
shall nourish you
on your journey through the Seasons,
infant Soul, as you yield
to a higher mandate,
to the great Progenitor of the Universe.
Joyful tread the path to awareness,
that you may sow, grow and reap
through the sacred circle,
that you may once more merge
with the greater Void."
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