The Birth of the Divine and the Elements of Creation

For an eternity, there was only spirit. Vast, umbral, timeless, and without form. The spirit stirred with purpose unknown, As in sleep, for an eternity more.

Then, as though from slumber, A thought separated from the body of darkness, And there was light. Light, full of hearing and words And thus, from the Spirit, the Divine emerged

The light split and shaped the spirit Shattering the darkness of the void, And the spirit trembled with all there was As the Divine drew its first breath.

And from this breath, the Air was born. A mighty wind that swept through the abyss Giving it direction and time. It was the breath of life.

The Air was playful, spontaneous, but dry and unyielding. So, in his second breath, The Divine created the Water. This was the breath of joy.

The Water was as playful as the Air, Joyful and pliant, yielding and ductile. It was a perfect match. And the Divine united them.

The Air and the Water melded together. And with them, the Divine imagined new forms, new shapes. Dancing fog and singing drops. Breathing ice and dribbling wind.

But they were uncontrolled, And without adherence. They were too playful. The firmament lacked fidelity.

So, with his third breath, A deep, long, and heavy breath, The Divine created the Earth, It was the breath of balance.

The Earth was solid and steady, Silent, barren, and heavy, An omphalic foundation, And playground for creation.

Air willed it to dance. Water joined it in song. And the Earth sensed the touch of Air. And eagerly echoed the whispers of Water.

The dance and the song became billowing thunder. Shaking the ground and rocks asunder, And the rhythms rippled the surface, Sculpting rifts and drawing furrows.

And the air gave it the breath of life, Water brought its joyous embrace, And the Earth was awake. So, the Divine united them.

The Air, the Water, and the Earth melded together. And with them, the Divine imagined yet new forms and new shapes. They created the mountains, the caves, and the waterfalls. The rain and the snow, the storm and the avalanche.

It was magnificent and impressive. Though rugged and imposing. It was almost perfect. But it was cold and ungentle.

The Divine was again inspired. And once more, drew a mighty breath. It was a deep and fiery breath. It was the breath of power.

The Air, the Water, the Earth, and the Fire fused. And with them, the Divine, again, imagined new forms, new shapes. The forms of life, delicate shapes And animals, flowers, and trees filled the creation with warmth and longing.

Everything was dancing and singing, rumbling and fulminating. And because everything was balanced, everything was perfect. The First World was born. And the Divine saw that, and he saw it was good.