it

in the beginning was the being of the beginning = it

it was everything and it was nothing,

it was being and it was not being,

it was sound and it was silence,

it was movement it was stillness,

when from it came something

so too came nothing

when from it came love so too came hate

when from it came calm so too came the storm

when from it came kindness so too came distain

when from it came chaos,

it became scattered

and no amount of effort

would put it back together again.

One small part of the one Great it,

thought oneself to be whole whilst feeling empty

thought oneself to be everything it was yet nothing at all

and went searching for something in nothing, for nothing else.

In the end there is only now...

the being of the end is everything it was

and nothing more than it is

it is love and it is hate

it is sound and it is silence

it is calm and it is the storm

and when One finds it

it shall take it to be Oneself and nothing else.

1996