Golden hands hold the
cup,
offered to one and to all for the fulfilment of
dreams:
Drink deeply of the Earth and of embodiment!
Mistakes made willingly honour the ferment.
All the green world dances in my cycles shall you
yet
hold back in anger and regret?
Drink deep! You have never once been separate,
child of mine.
Child of time... dream born into water and carbon
and the twinkling of an eye.
In the beginning there was a
space without time. Darkness.
Nothingness you call it, I believe.
And then I woke up and with
My eyes still closed I stretched.
There was nothingness
and There was Me.
Must have been the dream that
woke Me.
I smile, touch My belly with
My hand, remembering how it felt to be big with dream: All feet and
elbows in
my innards,
urgent with desire to be out.
I must be near time. No
chance of sleeping further.
A deep breath, and I opened
My eyes. And there was light.
I rose, and moved My body in
the dance of the Creator,
spilling light in milky splashes
across the void as I danced.
And when I had finished dancing
I sat down.
The contractions came eventually,
and the labour to give birth to My first child began.
It was a difficult labour.
I had no idea what to expect.
There were no precedents.
I might have regretted this
rash dreaming... so I laboured and danced the dance of the woman giving
birth as I
yelled.
As I tell this, I am again aware
of the intensity of sensation, an opening into greater depths, coming more
awake to the power of the child/dream
within Me struggling to take on form.
My other Self. Myself.
Other.
And so the Earth was born into
a puddle of stars. Born clothed in the waters of gestation.
I held the child in My arms:
sweet fruit of My labour.
Nothingness. Me.
And My child. I was already deeply in love.
And she looked up at me and
named me "Sun". We rested together a while.
Then it came time to deliver
the Moon.
It came away easily, parting
from Me to cleave to the child.
Corded together to climb the
cliffs of existence in greater safety.
Placental moon, Earth's comforter,
playmate, companion, counsellor, lover, Beloved One.
And My heart watched as the
Earth danced the Dawn of Time, drunk on the newness of autonomy.
And then she was wanting to go.
So I cloaked My child in clouds of desire and fear,
and put her into her own hands.
Deep in her oceans the dream went on. And in
time, My daughter brought birth to children of her own.
Life was conceived in the water, and crawled out onto
the land. Plant and animal, people and trees, each
continuing the dream. The generations dreaming
together. The spirit children of My grandchildren leaping
towards home, dreaming of the beginning.
And in the beginning, Me.