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