Eternal

We of the valley of the first storm, 

sit inside a Self that spins eternal - 

a single drop of water at the center of an endless pond, 

ripple after ripple. 

We are the original chaos, the mother of creation, 

the moment of first order, 

language without origin, both crest and trough. 

We of the all that flows endlessly from the nothing, 

from focal point to periphery - 

subtle petals of a perfectly unfolding lotus, 

a sacred expression of cascading harmony 

lapping at the wake of gentle dissonance.  

Within this divine seed of this journey out of darkness - 

we will be the end that meets at the beginning.