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    dots Submission Name: Of The Creation Mythdots

    Author: col13x
    Elite Ratio:    2.26 - 119/300/559
    Words: 1344
    Class/Type: Poetry/Love
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    dotsOf The Creation Mythdots

    Was there ever a beginning ?

    For millennia the darkness swirled and knew nothing but itself

    Was there ever a beginning ?

    For millennia the darkness radiated contemplating itself

    Was there ever a beginning ?

    For millennia the darkness hung in the equation of itself

    Was there ever a beginning ?

    For millennia the darkness existed within the eternity of itself

    Who and what am I, it thought in the darkness of itself

    And all around itself, its complex matrix swirled

    In a geometry of infinite and finite beauty

    This is me, the darkness thought, this wondrous form of perfection and equilibrium

    As it studied the mesh and web of its own intricate parts

    And realised that were ever its focus went the same pattern emerged

    But not quite the same, details changed and shifted then presented

    A new configuration of the overlaying pattern

    Which curiously became more, and more, and more, and more

    And in the darkness curiosity grew

    Grew and grew

    And where ever the focus of the darkness went

    A new configuration

    Of the same underlying pattern

    And for millennia the darkness observed itself in this way

    Was there ever a beginning ?

    Was there ever an end ?

    And fascinated the darkness realised

    Its own focus was everywhere

    Constantly changing amid the same patterns forming

    And the perfection of each was astounding

    And the darkness saw the fluidity, the flow of its own energy

    And it realised

    I am !

    And it was in this astonished moment

    So full of pleasant surprise

    That the darkness and its consciousness realised

    And became aware of themselves

    As being separate and one

    I Am !

    With such astonishment

    Which swelled a grew

    And the fluidity and the flow

    Became the appreciation of itself

    For darkness realised how marvellous it was

    In all its complexity

    How perfect it was in its equation

    How intricate in its in own geometric evolving

    How finite and infinite

    From the most complex and to the most simple point

    And if darkness could then have chuckled

    It thought, darkness, know thyself

    And so for millennia there was a beginning

    As darkness pondered the two but one parts of its single but separated being

    Forever merging

    The darkness and the consciousness of darkness

    Two but one separate but one but separate yet one

    Consciousness and form the darkness knew

    And for a moment, there was stillness within the darkness

    A stillness, which held every pattern

    A stillness, which conceived of every possible configuration

    A stillness of such complexity

    And yet also a stillness of such simplicity

    I am now both darkness and consciousness

    I am now both consciousness and darkness

    It was the stillness of this thought, which resounded

    Through the webs and weaves of the darkness energies

    And drew all the patterns to a single indivisible point

    Where darkness flowed from darkness

    Where consciousness flowed from consciousness

    Where darkness flowed into consciousness

    Where consciousness flowed into darkness

    And the two became one

    And the one became two

    I am it said

    And so

    Let darkness have its own form of myself in its geometry

    And remain the darkness

    And let consciousness have its own form of myself

    Let that consciousness be my own opposite of my own darkness

    And become the energy field

    Where both shall issue and both shall merge

    Yet each be separated by the form

    Let there be light, said the darkness as two and one

    Separate yet indivisible

    Let there be light

    And so

    The conscious light became a form

    And such was the grandeur initiated

    As every point of its focus birthed itself in every spec and mote

    And merged upon the geometrical patterns

    As there own illumination

    Exponential the form of consciousness grew

    And creation unfolded upon itself

    And creation expanded unto itself

    And creation contracted into itself

    And in an instant there was a beginning

    As darkness and light saw what had been made

    With such complexities of beauty

    As to discover itself eternally

    Was indeed a precious thing

    And spoke out loud; I was, it said, I am and I will be

    And such love flowed from one to the each

    For all the progressions of darkness to light needed to become more

    And needed a future and needed to evolve

    And for the first time the darkness and the light saw the third

    And named it The Water of Life

    And for millennia the three and the two and the one pondered the beginning

    For love flowed singular through every aspect

    And in observation the one knew itself

    Felt itself

    Touched itself

    And for millennia the aspect of dark

    and the aspect of light

    and the aspect of the water of life

    Observed itself

    And the equation of each extended itself into limitless capacity

    I shall see, pondered the one, where this capacity will take me

    I shall move through abundant life

    I shall look through voluminous eyes

    I will investigate every aspect of myself

    I shall peer into every pattern and every construct

    I will send consciousness to every localised point

    And know myself

    And birthed from the water of life

    The fluid matrix of accepting imprint to the will of the one

    And drew itself upon the pyramidal aspect of its unity

    And from its love brought forth all creation

    In countless wondrous and spectacular forms

    And each form became individual

    But carried the imprint and pattern of the original

    And the darkness

    And the light

    And the water of life

    Where astonished and astounded by the complexity and the simplicity

    And the one was very much pleased

    And love flowed

    It flowed in great rivers and seas

    It flowed upon planets and through galaxies

    It flowed within the eyes and minds of individualities

    And the flow constructed, created and built

    And a wondrous thing the one came to be

    And the one chuckled to itself and said

    Darkness, light, water of life, know thyself

    And from one particular point and centre of focus

    The one watched a sun rising in patterned clouds

    Of luminous fire over the landscape of a blue green world

    The one heard the song of birds

    And saw the hues and colours and the forms

    And felt the distant horizons

    Where mountains of stone raised their peaks

    The one smelt the fragrance and perfumes left by plants

    In the swirling currents of air

    And the one felt and was aware of the beating heart

    And the emotion and all emotive intoxications of love

    The one felt the earth beneath its feet

    And saw its pattern breath and live

    And knew the awareness, the experience

    The precious individual interpretation of itself

    In the configurations of its own equations

    And the one saw its own light within the darkness of itself

    And the water of life flowed ever in its creation

    The one saw and knew all this

    And the love flowed

    And it was good

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      WAY WAY WAY too long, and double spaced, I could only force myself to read a few lines before being maddenly obligated to scroll to the end to see if indeed there was an end.

    sorry but really find it hard to be positive on this one

    yours in christ
    | Posted on 2010-01-07 00:00:00 | by BenCollier | [ Reply to This ]

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