In the beginning
No Word was spoken
No Big Bang.
The void took a breath
Opened Her dark interior
And poured out space.
A Big Birth
Whose cry is the Universe
Before it, nothing.
No thing, no space, no time.
An emptiness filled
With a longing to be.
The dark lives on within
And light has no need to overcome it.
For space is not empty
It is alive with knowing how to be.
Space echoes with the original void
In every atom, every star, every galaxy
The living eternal mind
Everywhere connecting
One universal space.
Dark with the void within
All-present inter-being
Threaded by love.
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