She

In the beginning was darkness. She rose from the depths of the void and knew herself. Racing through the shadows of half existence she became aware of consciousness as a rebirth of self. Light grew in the distance, approaching her. Rapidly now the orb of awakening grew in her sight. She slipped through the expanding brightness and experienced a surreal agony of senses. Her form tightened about the id of itself and became aware of pain which gripped her body in a confluence of extreme torment. Realms sped past her, the touch of these awaking thought and passion.

Angelic visions accosted her mind as the colours and angles of this cosmic stage became a kaleidoscope of formed and formless quotes of being. She knew herself then spun out on an unknown expanse of eternity, reeling through the cosmos of time. Strange orbs and spheres rotated whilst angles and curves were aware of her passing. Nebula brushed her skin, veiling her body amidst the gentle cloak of creation.

The deep spaces between seemed to hover in an anxiety of presence waiting to be filled. Darker voids shuffled at the edge of her perception lying in wait to consume passing rays of sanctified light. Bathed in the purity of anointing photons this being this “her” became steeped in the mystery of countless ages. All existed and her, driven of itself, to some half recalled destination. She was a goddess of the infinite.

Exploring her thoughts she found strength within herself a strength which comforted and reassured. She felt once again safe, relaxed, whilst vague remembrances of her past life dimmed, as did the recollection of her death and now this — all-encompassing mystery.

Her eyes beheld the beauty of the universe the flow of it washing over her, through and within her body and mind. The terror of it all found no touchstone within her. Her soul gained a fresh vitality under the caress of cosmic voices. The immensity of this allness, this oneness the completeness of time, of creation and non-creation, all co-existing in one moment; it surged through her. Through past, present and future then she drifted and experienced the surreal embrace of illusion.

The beauty of this fantasy gripped her body and mind in a glorious melding of energy. From the largest entity to the smallest frequency of cosmic potential, all had existence, form and being. All were interconnected within a perfect sphere of oneness. Each an intrinsic part of the whole, of itself and of each a part. The immortality of existence and the beauty of agelessness surrounded her. The promise of forever resided within her soul. Deep within her, the image of the universal “I”, unfolded within this complexity of vision.

The unfathomable beauty of a petal unfolded before her, an amalgam of atomic sanctity. The simmering power and energy of dwarf stars towered over her being, filling the void with songs of power and might. The balance and cycle of existence demonstrated itself within her synapses, occupying her in a totality of intimate might and innocence. She communed within this inner sanctum with eternal cosmic voices and opened herself to perception. The flow of energy coursed through her, filling her with being: glory of itself for itself the power of her mind stretched to its limit, to keep from joining with this, “all” in a beatific embrace of totality.

The strain of purification tore at her cells, her membranes, her energies and her soul. The fullest extent of this summoning, the joy of the eternal, was almost too much. Her mind struggled to regain control, to pull back from the edge. Then all became peace and solitude, an overwhelming silence torn from sudden empathy. Afraid and alone she drifted in the void where for a moment an ancient, nameless, unknowable terror touched on the periphery of her senses and was gone.

She felt the persona then, an indefinable presence that promised gentleness and succour. A gentle wave of sonorous sound beat down upon her. The sound wave invaded her being and caressed her unformed thoughts. An echoing bass drifted through her and she felt comforted, serene. Her mind released all thoughts of being and of herself she knew no more as the memories of a lifetime faded. Only the tender lapping remained and then she knew a deep peace. Wrapped in the forgiveness of this one voice, she emptied herself.

The serene void and darkness comforted her vacancy of thought in a sublime expression of self and the renewal of her soul began. The timeless cycle of her being awaited and in the fullness of ages the soul of her again knew the touch of thought. In this space her peaceful sojourn became excited by the touch of another. This being spoke through the calming warmth of distant love and united itself to her through a rapture of primitive resonance. The steady beat of the other, filled her with its promise of hope, of life. She grew within this sanctuary. Each minute the myriad confluences of renewal surged within her. Creation had begun.

In time she again became aware of her own heartbeat as if forming a harmony with the greater drone of vibration that was always about her. The comfort of this space cosseted her soul and nursed her regeneration. She who had no form became bonded to flesh. Here, in this sanctuary of life, she now waited for the time of her rebirth and was content amidst the serenity of the womb. She sensed the gentle caress of her mother as they grew together in joint consciousness. Soon now, they would feel together the joyous pain of labour and she would be reborn again, to life.