Beginning

There was Nothing,

and that Nothing was Everything.

Out of pure yearning

the Container, the Potential

broke in half.

I shiver in the embrace of Nothingness:

the all-bosom, the all-womb: Oduduwa: 

non-being, the Cosmic Womb, the Containing Void.

There is One:  Oduduwa, Web, Container,

before the beginning and after the end. 

There are two:  Oduduwa, formless,

unmoving, unbeing;

and Me, turning the cycles,

dynamo of change.

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I Am Oya!

I spiral forth, yearning to heal that cosmic split

with love,

so all things may know

they are cherished parts of the One.

I become: everything of Value,

everything that contains Thanks.

Figure-ground, this play exchanges. 

I Am carrier of the container. 

My vortex of energy

carries the Divine Feminine

and moves, double-helix,

dancing in harmony.

If you must choose

One name for the Nameless,

choose Me, Oya, in your awe.

I Am your dark Mother, 

spinning Everything into Life, again, again,

returning, recycling, renewing, refreshing, reuniting.

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018