ALL A RAINBOW'S DREAM
a creation myth
[San Augustin, Colombia (1976)]
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BEFORE_THE_BEGINNING
 

In the depths of the sea
are fish the colors of the moon
which move about like
tranquil thoughts;
 

Within the clouds
are birds the colors of the sun
whose songs are sparkles
of unseparated light;
 
 

Within the earth
the colors of the night
are sculptured in stone
sepulchres of moments
memories of the dance of flame;
 

A rainbow stretches 
from earth to sea
bearing a dream of nascent reality
--the hint of lightning
in its continuum of
distinct colors.
 
 
 
 

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AS WE AWAIT THE BIRTH
OF_JOY--ALL_IS_STILL
 

Birth comes
without hesitation
innocent of desire
unaffected by wish
or whim--relentlessly.

bearing birth as well as death
on untroubled waters
to distant seas.

Creation comes of its own necessity
birth happens only
as it must 
 
 
 

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THE_BEGINNING
 

In a moment
the water has stirred
the clouds have parted
the earth is rent
the rainbow vanishes;

lightning flashes
from earth to cloud
and back again
rain falls
 
 
 

mists rise
sun & moon move
in starry skies.

dawn brings the first bird's song
a cricket chirps
the first flower turns its head
toward the first sunrise
 
 
 
 
 
 

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AND_GROWTH_BEGINS

Night draws the color
back into its bosom
the repose of night is in
the blink of an eye.
 

the dance goes on
and on
and on
 
 

for

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THERE IS NO END TO CREATION
IT_IS_ALWAYS_THE_BEGINNING_
 

The fish of the deep
rise to the surface
flash among the waves
and sink again.
 

The birds of the clouds
alight and mingle their
songs with the tree's fragrance.
 

The earth yields its holdings
to those who would receive them
and soon flames dance again
upon its surface
and in its depths.
 

Rainbows span sea & sky
yet dwell as well
within each drop of water
that falls as rain
or rises as mist.
 
 
 

AND_ALWAYS_BEFORE_THE_BEGINNING
 

There is no moment of creation
perceived
only the fact
received

that which one day
would be us
has felt a stirring
within &

is felt as 
a stirring
within.
 
 

Another day
like this one
when fresh breezes blow
across new meadows

and flower fragrance
is counterpoint to color
and insect hum
is harmony to leaf rustle
 
 

life which would one day be yours
touches lightly like a falling petal
dwells lightly as fallen dew
moves on to new
beginning.
 

And always before the beginning
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THERE_IS_PEACE