Yet Another Creation Myth*

That which Is is all there is and there is nothing else.
And that which Is contemplates Itself, as there is nothing else to contemplate.
That which Is says unto Itself...
I am...I am...I am...
The Light.
I am...I am...I am...
Pure Joy.
I am...I am...I am...
Full of wonder.
But, what does that mean?
How does that feel?
I am...I am...I am...
WOW! What an idea!
In that istant of the great now that which Is devides Itself infinitely.
All the little sparks of that which Is say...
I am...I am...I am...
The Light.
I am...I am...I am...
Pure Joy.
But what does that mean?
How does that feel?
That which Is smiles and creates infinite universes
Populating them with the sparks that want to Know.
"Mother/Father where are You?
It is so..dark.
It is so..cold "
It is ok My children I have not left you, nor you Me.
Your are dreaming and in those dreams you can be/experience..
Anything and everything. You can be a god and a worm.
The hero and the villian. Know sickness and health.
So go play and have fun or not.
You can come home at any time. I'll leave the porch light on.

*Myth: Truth seen thrugh a poets eyes.(Frank Herbert from The Jesus Incident)