Birth of the Divine and the Elements of Creation
For an eternity, there was only spirit.
Vast, umbral, timeless and without form
the spirit stirred with purpose unknown
As in sleep, for an eternity more.
Then, as though from slumber,
a thought separated from the body of darkness
And there was light. Light, full of hearing and words
And thus, from the Spirit, the Divine emerged
The light split and shaped the spirit
Shattering the darkness of the void
And the spirit trembled with all there was
As the Divine drew its first breath
And from this breath, the Air was born.
A mighty wind that swept through the abyss
Giving it direction and time
It was the breath of life.
The Air was playful, spontaneous, but dry and unyielding.
So, in his second breath,
The Divine created the Water.
This was the breath of joy.
The Water was as playful as the Air,
Joyful and pliant, yielding and ductile.
It was a perfect match.
And the Divine united them.
The Air and the Water melded together.
And with them, the Divine imagined new forms, new shapes.
Dancing fog and singing drops.
Breathing ice and dribbling wind.
But they were uncontrolled.
And without adherence
They were too playful.
The firmament lacked fidelity.
So with his third breath,
A deep, long and heavy breath.
The Divine created the Earth,
It was the breath of balance.
The Earth was solid and steady.
Silent, barren and heavy
An omphalic foundation
And playground for creation
Air willed it to dance.
Water joined it in song.
And the Earth sensed the touch of Air.
And eagerly echoed the whispers of Water.
The dance and the song became billowing thunder.
Shaking the ground and rocks asunder
And the rhythms rippled the surface
Sculpting rifts and drawing furrows.
And the air gave it the breath of life
Water brought it´s joyous embrace
And the Earth was awake.
So, the Divine united them.
The Air, the Water, and the Earth melded together.
And with them, the Divine imagined yet new forms and new shapes.
They created the mountains, the caves, and the waterfalls.
The rain and the snow, the storm and the avalanche.
It was magnificent and impressive.
Though rugged and imposing.
It was almost perfect.
But it was cold and ungentle.
The Divine was again inspired.
And once more, drew a mighty breath
It was a deep and fiery breath
It was the breath of power.
The Air, the Water, the Earth, and the Fire fused.
And with them, the Divine again, imagined new forms, new shapes.
The forms of life, delicate shapes
And animals, flowers and trees filled the creation with warmth and longing.
Everything was dancing and singing, rumbling and fulminating.
And because everything was balanced, everything was perfect.
The First World was born.
And the Divine saw that, and it was good.
