In the beginning, there was a fury of noise
Black cloaked maidens spat ribbons of gray stars,
Arcing into brilliant rivers,
And shaking off their casings,
They fell across the empty blackness;
into a white, etheric dance.
In the beginning,
Ancient spirits peaked through invisible doors and
Plucked through thickets of stars
They pulled their black hems across the threshold-
They came: solemn, dark, demonic, godlike, gross, and gay-
The sorceress of night, the grandmother of Fae
They came one after another
With long and timeworn faces
To watch the unfurling of the Great Spiral.
In the beginning, you were there-
We sat dewy-lipped with silent smiles
In the center of a great seed,
Watching as All-Everything snaked across the sky:
Illuminating our new veins, lightning of each color
Stained our umbilicus with pregnant possibility.
The greatest drum pounded proud songs out into new ears
And the first tears were formed and fell across the face of the night,
Watering the seeds that would sprout into All-Life
We held our hearts and whispered songs
Into new and unborn palms
Breathing in and out anew
In the sacred tongue that filled our lungs and slipped from lips before the dawn of time.
It was there waiting for us,
And written in the sky:
The secret language of everything.
It is there still
It lingers silent in the center of the great eye
For us to slip across it,
To slide with impossible beauty,
To cry the first words….
To breathe fresh stars
Into the spiral anew.