Unravelling and weaving, sometimes simultaneously

Creation Story

In the Beginning was the Void
and out of the Void
came Chaos and Death dancing

(Yes, Death was there from the Beginning,
Great, Merciful Death
who accepts everyone equally
and returns them to where they came from
when it is time)

Chaos was the Woman
the original one
beholden to nothing and no one
bender of the Void
maker of the Universe
that emerged from between her wild thighs
stars by the millions
with their planets
and the moons of the planets
comets and asteroids and meteors
falling in showers

So Mother Chaos took Death as her consort
and together they made Conflict and Pestilence
but their offspring were restless
hovering over the empty planets

Then, in a secret corner of the Universe
on a planet that had never been visited
by Conflict or Pestilence or Death
Mother Chaos took a deep breath
and released it upon the water
revealing the land beneath

She twisted the wind into cyclones
and the sea into waterspouts
she cracked the earth and fashioned continents
shook them into valleys
pushed them into mountains
until it was the way she liked it to be
untamed and unforgiving
and then
she reached up to her breast
and pressed a single drop of milk onto the ground

From that one small pearl of liquid life
Love came into being

Suddenly, the hills and valleys spread with life
the skies and seas teemed with creatures
all products of Love
making tender her new home

From far away Death smelled the first flower to bloom
and he made towards it
crossing endless passages of light and dark
seeking this new thing
and wondering at its essence

When he came upon Love
and knew her for what she was
he wanted her
and everything she made
he wanted to possess

But quick, his son Conflict had followed him
curious and bold
trembling and angry and lonely
full of fire

And Conflict stole Love from the verdant hills
took her away and restrained her
made to dominate her beauty
and force her to submit to him

Love looked upon Conflict
and saw his soul was empty
that he did not understand
anything but his own desires

So Love lay down with Conflict
and she stroked his brow and sang to him
of the strong wisdom of change
of the balance of all things
of her place in the Universe

Conflict removed the chains from Love
took away the bindings and blindfold
he had tried to control her with
and with shaking fingers he brushed her hair back
looked into her eyes
and gave her his soul to fill

Love knew him
and together they made The People
children of Conflict and Love
And on this one planet
Chaos allowed them to reign
the tiny flawed offspring
of Conflict and Love

Death would come in his beneficence
to create the cycle of seasons
and allowed his son Pestilence
to visit with him also
harvesting all that lived
sometimes after short seasons
sometimes after long

And always, Conflict was among them
his nature tempered only by Love
and in her absence he made War
and taught the children to subjugate one another

But Love always returns
to her children
Love always tends the broken
heals and mends
and whispers to their hearts
that everything is connected
that everything that came from the Void
has a balancing factor
that everything has a place
in the beauty of the Universe
even Conflict
even Pestilence
even Chaos
even Death

(c) RCGA 2014


Comments on: "Creation Story" (2)

  1. You are very talented. I really enjoyed this.

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