in the beginning

Pre-Genesis

 

 

Before the Beginning

Before imagination,

sound or fury,

in a wraithlike pocket

outside of time and space

none to command

none to hinder

how does the spark ignite?

Spontaneous combustion?

Multiplicities of zeroes

encircling void

before chicken or egg or seed.

Was there a silent prophecy?

If the system is closed,

nothing created or destroyed,

where does all come from?

How far can it expand?

If the system is open,

how far does it go?

If there is no system,

chaos endlessly realigning,

helpless to demand rule of law,

form but temporarily

delimiting substance,

no matter.

In our space and time

we play at definitions.

"In the Beginning . . .."

Words upon a screen,

analyzed

over millennia.

 

 

 

Genesis

 

 

In the beginning

we fell apart,

thrust out, expanding,

becoming the heart

of time, space, and life.

The division of darkness and light

into binary code,

the linear sequence of time

growing older each moment.

Catalytic stimulation, element assimilation.

Systems and cycles ignite.

Wavicles swirl in excitement,

bumping and grinding unite,

build this grand reality,

seed ethereal possibility

long before divinity

could be defined.

 

 

 

Birth Day

 

 

In the beginning,

before integral threads unfurled

for reassignment,

feral forces churned, thrashed in

throes of creation.

Telescoping backward,

witness chaotic magic

explode,

riotous storms,

vivid electricity,

eternity singing in words

unfathomable.

Over vast escapade,

threads weave into fabric.

Recognizable forms

coalesce into destinies.

This great projectile vitality,

infinitely recombining.

Locate pleasure in distinct moments

tied in gaily colored threads

for remembrance.

 

 

 

 

Be(gin)ing

 

 

Soft bliss of night.

Far drift of stars; open carless road.

Kicking up bits of stone and dust.

Saying:

I could be anyone.

I could start here.

 

What is beginning?

Aware of the first rays,

conscious aloneness.

Sunshine is harsh on

fragile skin, newly opened eyes.

 

They catch on eager forays,

studies in elucidation;

simple truth hidden in rules,

squalid mine-like cages, punishing

rewards that bind and itch.

Beginnings are not the point.

They are portals, not the

mystic river,

the sand so burning insubstantial,

the forest enchanted in

eider and lace.

Beginnings never warn of battle

flame or drunken dares.

They only promise vague

adventure, valiant possibilities.

 

A brief eternity before dawn,

supplicating the night sky for

solace, this soft moment before 

an unmarked road.

 

 

 

 

 

 

PROLOGUE

 

 

Sun and Moon embrace

as one

for brief eternity

all mystery reflects recursively within

 

Black and White

create gradation

radiate kinetic energy

We can achieve,

believe,

begin, begin, begin

 

Gardeners, planting vibrant fields,

planting food,

planting future flowering in

nurturing soil

 

Healers,

perceiving wounds

to be sewn,

relieving loneliness,

revealing pain denied,

held in; applying benevolent medicines

to salve twists of ardent toil

 

Teachers,

adoring mentors of their wards

discover with them

questions, keys and doors;

realizing history is only destiny

when explorations cease;

invitations from ideation over time

come complete

with choices

 

A choir of voices

from softest spark

to fervent blaze

Troops of effervescent players

Symphonies,

drums at dawn

Inspiration and instruction

carried forth through song, animated acts on stage,

multi-partnered murals, painting onward age to age

Taking up the challenge of the tale

that twists, turns, meanders,

provides kaleidoscopic opportunity

ever to begin again

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Make Peace The Issue