The Eternal Generation

 

 

Potential is seeding my very essence into being,

Arising naturally holding me within itself,

My capacity to conceive, to breathe, to birth anew.

From my such being, new ideal worlds beautiful you,

Yet for the Sun to the One, my infinite God,

Was not born, nor could ever be.

Eternal in essence, yet creator of me.

Was, is, and forever remains.

What then of matter, of cosmos and spirit?

These hold the primal seed of creation,

Innate within from their first breath.

Nature herself embodying fertility,

A generative force—pure and cause —

A power requiring nothing external to fall,

Self-sustaining, self-renewing,

Forever unfolding from begin.

Tuning now thy self,

My being gifting power divine—

Able to conceive through unions mine,

Merging spirit into matter,

Birthing cosmos, reflecting stars within.

Through unto the cosmic canvas itself,

To be birthed and lit in time,

Holding lightning lily the generators spark,

Tis potency, nature’s art.





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