Primordial Night

Original Dark, I tired of Eternity.

What grain coalesced My pearl of mind?

Self-fertilizing yearning,

discontent, surprise:

a stone, a tone

dropped into endless emptiness of Om,

and rippling movement, change

began to spread

in sweeping spirals of inexorable Ki

expanding and contracting,

breathing like a womb,

motion and emotion intertwined.

Your wonder paints Me:

shadow play of Northern Lights.

You sit around the campfire of the heart,

telling the myriad stories of My Names,

constellations in My abyss of dark.

In absence of light,

in the blind beginning,

I wake to Myself.

I wake; I sleep; I wait.

Dawn is coming! I yawn,

stretching in My sleep.

I laugh at the absurdity of dream.

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018