Friday, October 26, 2012

The Rootabagan Creation-Myth


Time was, Time itself
was all curled up around inside itself,
like nectar in a flower.
And there it lay dreaming,
an age and a day.

Till along one day  dropped by
the sweetly silent, slyly smiling
honeybumble mumblebee:
and It
did sip
from that deep cup.

Then, Forth
from the flowerfolded   gentle-petaled
bud of All that Is,
came  tumbling & rumbling
a fanfare from the Horn of Plenty --

moonstones, sunbeams,
tinymice and bunny-babies,
stems - stalks - stars - storks
taffycats and caterpillars

on and down and out and
being born,   being born,
being born …

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