In the beginning, there stands an empty space,
It has no confines: mental or emotional boundaries
Do not cease the endless oblivion
Where impulse and twitch of soul move
The absent bodies of a young celestial world.
Thoughts soar aimlessly through an open sky,
Where lightweight, comfortable clouds,
Ever dynamic and welcoming in their simple grace
Slowly dance across an infinite horizon
Of endless light and air.
An ocean without depth sleeps
Beneath its gentle waves of warm sea foam spray,
Swaying with its rippling surface atop,
Silent in the unknown isolation beneath,
Its distance brings soft darkness in night.
Beyond there is a land, vast in measures
That stretches across the length of man’s first thoughts,
Its grasses gaze dreamily to the conscious atmosphere
Of curious wonder and playful excitement
Where elements swirl together.