imagigenesis

in the beginning it was imagination and imagination was a self alone

there was no darkens nor light

for imagination could only perceive itself all over it spread_

there was no cardinal point because imagination had not limits

and it reached beyond itself

as where it saw itself reaching it contemplated itself rising over domains that where always its

 

then imagination gained consciousness of its own self

 and it fell in love with what it held

and it created matter to see itself detached from itself

 and being capable of feeling itself loved

thus space was born and with it its permanence_

then imagination fashioned itself in the shape of a body to cover all it possessed

and called this body the universe

so the skull that was imagination became the sky

where the eyes of the body blinked

the moon and the sun came to light the dome

where the neck lift up the howling jaws of the howling winds

mountains and valleys rose to gather the heaped bones

where the blood run to feed the fingers in the arms and the legs

rivers and meadows interlaced the land in blossoming beds

 

and imagination saw that there was chaos where the universe stood

chaos that held everything in order and made all the forms that imagination had

to be as everything that was will always be

but it had no movement to bring imagination to change

so imagination brought time out of chaos by naming its parts

and time came to be in the words that sheltered chaos in orders

and there came to be forms that were never to be fulfilled in themselves alone

for the words were the means that moved each form to became

what will always remain  in the chaos nourishing orders to it all_

and imagination saw that where it was pointing its stare

there was light in which all grew and flourished

and around it there was darkness that its fertility concealed

and imagination loved it for darkness turned itself to light

as imagination pointed its stare to it and what in it has always been

came to be as it will always remain to be imagined

and imagination called what it saw wisdom

that is the light of imagination that is always there to be looked at

in the darkness that clouds the light to be revealed

that is always imagination emerging from itself in wisdom

for imagination is endlessly caught in the process of discovering itself

and it is the love of the process as it becomes to be discovered

in the imagination that can know only itself and how it came to be

striving to reach for the point in which it will have become its own revelation

in the wisdom that opens imagination to rise to meet itself