In the Beginning

Unutterably moved by the thrill of their own beauty, the Powers began the first steps of the Dance, tender, delicate, like the movement of butterfly wings, slow, exquisite, subtle--a pulse, vibration, a flutter of air that grew as the Dance took on power, expanding as the Powers danced.

"YES,” cried the animals, letting out their breath in a wild rush that fled across the earth, shattering and splitting the silence like winter ice giving way to spring, clattering, flowing, pounding, echoing to the stars.

"YES,” cried the Sun, drawing together her many rays into fierce focus that pierced and bathed the earth in beams and sprays of light.

"YES,” spoke the Earth, her body writhing in a deep, grinding motion, freeing the fires within as they pulsed upwards through her giving body to BOOM! explode into the sky where fire joined wind in a manic tangle, leaping, jumping, blazing, forcing all who could still use their limbs to dance to their tune.

"YES,” moaned the Winds as they wound tight around each other, braiding together in ropes, warm and cold, coiling together into upward spirals, and then WHOOSH--letting go to whip and snap clouds into frenzied motion, herding them into roiling stampedes, one after another, moving across the face of sea and plain, holding tight to everything in their path, grabbing all before them in a tossing, turning wild ballet, a churning, twirling waltz.

"YES,” pulsed the Moon, nudging tides to and fro with long, silken, persistent silver-fingers, reaching, pushing, back and forth, back and forth with a drumming beat, an ebb and flow that moved sinuous curves of water in from the depths to fondle the shore, moving boldly, boldly, inch by inch, yard by yard, mile by mile, grabbing, ripping at the land and all its decorations like an eager lover stripping away more and more and more...

"YES,” spoke the Waters, wild and rampant, rising, rising, river-fingers raking, taking back ancestral lands, dark and blood-red currents, earth-laden flows pouring, streaming into green and silver seas; oceans moving, absorbing myriad pushes and pulls from Sun and Moon and Wind, building into stepped towers of fluid rhythm, dancing a delirious passage back to land--the wild sea reaching, embracing, water-hands exulting in the feel of rocks and sand and shore, then letting go! letting go! letting go, all energy loosed, appeased, satiated...but still, the great and fearsome water-heart beating, beating, building...oh, to touch again the sinuous moving shoreline, the softness of sands, the hardness of rock...hunger building, building...sea heart pounding, pounding...water and sand, sand and water...leading, following, following, leading...sea and shore, shore and sea...each giving away integral form to merge, merge and merge again.

YES is ALL.
ALL is NOW.
NOW grows and grows.
Time expands inward.
Future and Past rush to its center, shrinking,
disappearing
in a flash of green light,
as if they had never been.

Conceived
by the union of Time and Place.
They may grow again,

Or not.