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Cosmology



There are many structures
that support the meaning of why we are.
All are essential,
and mine is only one.

My truth begins before time,
before color,
yet in the absence of color,
there was blackness.

The blackness was life, being,
and that being was grace, expanding.
This movement of unfolding was a first becoming,
and grace began to know itself.

With a flicker in the void,
grace caught it’s own reflection,
held in the curved, black mirror of itself,
and fell in love.

It began to woo it’s own heart,
singing warm songs, and laughing low.
Grace created exchange,
and understood the power of growing.

Swirling in lust and pleasure,
grace made love to itself.
From the explosion of this union, this bliss,
came all that we know.

These patterns move through and around us;
stillness is sparked, and grows through ripeness,
becoming stillness again.
We know the seasons, the cycles of life and death.

So everything is made of love,
and the magic of connection.
We walk upon this piece of blessed dust,
each a bit of starlight and desire.

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