The Womb and the Word

In the beginning, there was a Word

And the Word was like a Womb

And the Word was the Womb

And they were One

Then the Word made the Womb be

And the Womb made the Word realize its existence

And then, they were apart

Yet wanting to share one another again

And so, they were

Word embraced

Womb ignited

Into the ecstasy of One

And then the Word wanted to be many

And then the Womb wanted to be many

To reunite and again be One

The Womb whirled and trembled

The Word spun and vibrated

As one entity, they moved one another

Into each other

And then there were Words, embraced

And then, there were Wombs, ignited

Pulsing, whirling, spinning, vibrating

And loving…

Loving, loving, loving, loving

Rejoicing in one, and two, and many, and One

Creating a Here and a There from nowhere

A big, mega Bang

Creating an US

A CosmUS

How did Evil emerge?

How could it be born?

Word is grand, it is pure light, it is mathematic

It is pure line.

Womb is humble, it is dark, it is powerful

It is infinite curve.

On a day when a Word got drunk with its own glory

Of his own grandeur as a spark

And resenting the precious matricial darkness

Cherishing the Word, resenting the Womb

Loving the Word, hating the Womb

And, as such, rejecting part of itself

Born as it was

Of both Word and Womb.

In some worlds, Evil is denying the Word

In some worlds, Evil is resenting the Womb

No matter.

Ascension is an embrace

Of Word and Womb

Of Womb and Word

And of the endless worlds woven in their union

The many essences of Self.