In the beginning, which is still the eternal now
There is /was nothing but nothingness
Which for its own reasons became limitless light
And the darkness received him with joy
He spoke, and the silence received the sound of her lovers sigh
They bore children of their ecstasy
Tones and rhythm, color and shades
The two combine and recombine in endless enjoyment of their creativity
Every tone a universe, every color a universe
Populated by myriads of entities, also sprung from the endless lovemaking of the ultimate
As breathing walking echoes of the permeating love that holds all things together, as well as
being breathing walking echoes of the rage and despair of the continual destruction that is the
reflection of that love, we try to express it to ourselves by creating maps, teasing out fragments
to give our limitations a toehold within the overwhelming input of the vision/music of the whole
We struggle to describe it to one another
You are right; there are veils of light, with every color true to its own frequency and containing a complete universe.
Not just one
We have the capacity to encounter the multiverse,
And go beyond all, returning in our quest to the swirling dance of the ultimate joining from
which all spins forth, and beyond into silence, dark, limitless light which is not light; and the
sound which has never been.
But how in the breathing world would someone try to describe that?
And who would listen if we did?
When we hear the echoes of another traveler, dazzled by the visions still shimmering in their eyes, we smile,
We know too well that there is no way to describe the whole
But we continue to try