The Pain Of Creation’s Contractions

From the pain of creation’s contractions
a blissful beam of light produced its magic
its molecules and muses, illuminating earth with
life and nothing became everything all at once
with its expression finished in breath: Then

the Ancients appeared naked and humble, without hate
or greed, only to crack the ground for planting seeds,
only to ripen into simple shamans and facing the sky
they were submissive to nothing not even the universe ...

Excerpt from the poem:
"The Pain Of Creation’s Contractions"

From my book: "The Second Coming'
©dah/Stillpoint Books 2012

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