Out of emptiness this world steps into herself.
Comes into being.
And all manner of things manifest,
singing their song of who they are.
All things change, disappear.
Yet emptiness, supreme goddess remains, unseen, unchanged.
More present than things seen with naked eyes.
Eternally she springs unstoppable un grabable.
She, the core through which imagination inspiration travels.
She, the unseen mother births unendingly the builder, bender,
maker, shaker, grower, destroyer, decayer.
Present is she in every which way the day moves.
Out of Emptiness
2008 ©