In the void there is
no up
no down
no kingdom
no servant
no monarch, or crown
no space
no quality
no form, no sound
only becomming
becomming from the void
a willingness
an awareness
a likeness
of oneness
similarity from nothingness
even nothing becomes type
where universality
is rendered
to funnel creation
toward its sustaining thought
the first Yod
like lightning
throws shadows across the cavity
for light is birthed with shadows
even while it fills the whole
there the tip of the Tagin
informs the adornment
such that the glory
of the formless
has form
behold!
it sees
itself extending down
each perception like a garment
or witness
in the act of creation
creation spills forth
Shamayim
through the chain
of buckets
so begins to turn
the wheel
this axis of the ages
this coming of rain
infinitely fills
eternity
everywhere
the coming of movement
moves below
a multitude
comes forward
from the thought
to repeat, and return
the endless affirmation
in each nestled chamber
a light is born
in minute reflection
of that becomming
which utterence turned the world
and rendered a beginning
even before creation
creation sustained itself -
the birth of the small
light joins with the first
the possibility of that awareness
that likeness
of oneness
willing
upon whicn
depends the whole.
Man reaches up to God
and creates Him.