The Essence of the Universe (Part 1)

In the quiet of itself,
the nether of its being,
the claustrophobic void of which

it is

the Essence thought.

At peace with

the silence after eternity thus far,
finding it impossible to remember
anything before anything and

wondering if

anything truly was

anymore

Still

the Essence thought and dreamed;
the creativity and knowledge obtained
by being and knowing but perhaps
never experiencing,

or experienced

such longtimes ago forgotten

now a source
of comfort.

A rumbling,

majestic and beautiful came
from within and without

the Essence,

building harmony in sound and
light, a cacophony from

a bang

from nothing wrought

the light and beauty of

its self
filled the silent nether
violently
beautifully

And of this naught, in its light,
the jewels glistened into being.
Darkness was no more and the

Essence wandered

through these littered expanses of

its mind.

Wondering, Pondering, until boredom
overcame the thrill of distance.

Here, as oft it did, or never had,
a reflection of its mind the

Essence saw

and it fell into awe once more:
An eternity within an eternity,
the infinite expanse within the

infinite expanse

one mind within a mind.

Thus, reality formed
without.

And the Essence became all,

And nothing,
and more.

The realization of self came surprisingly,
as a nova blows and flashes and

throws,

the Essence now birthed, perhaps

again, or never,

and found the expanses of expanses

lonesome,

quantifying the moments of there
to here with none but it to know.