that first
outburst,
a universe
inventing itself
as it expands –
the will to be
is born again
time after time,
making, unmaking,
propelled by joy
from the beginning.
showers of high notes
like shafts of sunlight
pierce through the deep dark
that dances with dust motes.
out of what darkness
did this rise in you?
mysterious joy,
wild to the core,
beyond anything
that can be known –
from the inexpressible source,
that first explosion
of possibility,
to that bird singing,
singing, high on that tree,
celebrating life’s capacity
for infinite delight.
at any point impossible
to tell where it will go,
how unfold,
inventing time, space, place,
and the joy of life,
so finely balanced
in wonder and terror,
creation and destruction,
hear the thunder of it
in this wild music.
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