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Background: On the day this poem emerged
February, 2003: Mariwald Chalet: Arosa, Switzerland
Last night, just slightly into sleep, two (seemingly related) phrases came, and they awakened me with the feeling I should remember them:
1) “Before the thought, I” ; and
2) I’m not sure which was it: “Mythogenetic Fields” –- or more probably, “Mythogenesic Fields” (Something to do with the One creating the Two... I had the thought at the time that I was either coining a new term that I’d come to use, or was channeling some collective field of thought. Interesting…)
This morning I looked up the component definitions:
Myth – a story that has a hidden meaning, especially one that is meant to teach a lesson – explaining human nature, group identified…..
Genesis—the time or cicumstance of something’s coming into being.
Genetic – the basic unit capable of transmitting characteristics from one generation to the next.
From this a short “creation poem emerged this morning:
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Mythogenesic Fields
Before the thought, I, there was only unbounded Presence. This unbounded Presence had not any thing in which to cast its gaze; nothing to look upon - and no one from which to do the looking.
Before the thought, I, was the Nameless One: a pure formless potential, residing within a vast empty field of Nothingness - the void stirring within Itself.
Out of this great timeless stirring, emerged forces coalescing and pooling, pooling as inert potential. And from the potential, eventually bubbled an inherent restlessness contained as bubbles moving and colliding within a field of potential. From this restlessness, came recognition of unease. And Eureka! in the instant of recognition, was the spark of light, born of the darkness, cast upon the shadows of Presence, and thus emerged the realization of I, One who knows unease.
Thus was all that is, created, in the light of thought, sparked from unease, in a great pool of unbounded Presence.
Thought, and from thought, the relative reference of time and form, were thus birthed within this great dark womb, casting greater spirals of light onto the shadow of Presence; revealing ever more shining facets - giving raise to the spectra of many.
And in this light of seeing, the One beholds and becomes the many -- forever fascinated and in love with gazing upon Itself; this Dark Empty Creator, forever illumined within the Mythogenesic Fields of play from which a single thought emerges as All.
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