Birth of the Universe in Terms of Light
This is the form I took in my vision. There are several versions of it. I continuously evolved, so I'm doing multiple pieces. There will probably be more later on, but I wanted foremost to establish the general appearance of the thing.
The colors were mainly pastel-ish, but it was changing colors constantly. The last three are black and white due to laziness. When I get around to it, I'll give all I have on a piece that best represents the image.
My God-self
Giving birth to myself.
Layers of light.
More.
The poem is most likely a rough draft, I will work on aesthetics later but I wanted to get most of it out of my brain's void.
Birth of the Universe in Terms of Light
The crowd makes me faint
It’s been years since I’ve been clear
I need to sit down, hide, or collapse
Having been confusing people for trees
Scared, not knowing what to do
Who loves me is a friend I cry against
“You look lost.” He says.
“I am.”
Pressed low to the soil, yielding to my surrender
I become one with the dirt
Having had little sense of guilt
My actions deemed inconsequential
Now great remorse accompanies my crawling
Unfamiliar to me is regret
I’m sorry, I’m sorry
Everything is my fault
I’ve done you so wrong
I love you!
So I learn, the earth moves with me, yielding to my surrender
Being is effective
Now I know,
I am
Existence shows itself in layers of light
Light in the eyes of children
Reflections shining on a sea of heads
Over them, lights on merchandise tents
Higher lasers beam, a superb imposition of illusory stars on the night sky
Beyond is the infinite stratum, the true sky
Finally, the self
The universe is a production of light
My breath short and low, I assume there is no life for me
As I rise from my search in the dirt
Slowly drinking the solar with an infant’s thirst
Never have I moved up through the layers, into the celestial
To see the birth of the universe
We are too young to know our origins
This vastness is dark and empty without me
Alone, an amoeba, a palpitating infant
Stars emerge from my heart
I nurse on the light I give
Slowly first, then faster in throbbing currents
Thrown in rows, waves and curls
Star by star
Until the sky is full of light
In a language I could understand
“You’ll be back. Bring back the truth.”
Light, sight, action
“The circling light you see is coming from your heart.”
The spectacular center
“This is your creation.
All you need, you have.
All you have, you give.
It is infinite.”
As one, with life, I return.
Descending through layers of light,
Into sleep,
Until I wake.
I am.