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Before the Father

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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