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The Beginning (Denver, April 2004)

I could see the cell splitting in two Those two splitting in four The myriad forms of the process of creation There were millions of grains of sand and water The horizon, the longing, forward and backwards, up and down The integration started to vanish Separation was frightening It was I splitting into myriad forms as a Big Bang explosion The tranquility and the darkness of the Womb of Infinite Self shattered Inward and Outward Stars and Universes In the middle of the hurricane There was water Light and Dark |