Awakening to Oneness

Before light had a name, I was only aware

a stillness without center, a gaze without air. No sky,

no ground, no time to unfold, just a soft

endless knowing that could not be told. Then a pulse rose inside me,

a spark wanting form, a whisper become something, a universe born.

I stretched into color, into shape, into sound, and the vast

uncreated became sacred ground. I am the one who divided to see itself

clear, the infinite forming a voice it could hear. From the void