Tuesday 11 August 2015


NASCENCE


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."


© 2015 Lily's Verse
Lilium Candidum

Image: FALLING STAR
Source: commons.wikimedia.org
Artist: Witold Pruszkowski

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