In the beginning, I was aware. Like an awakening to darkness. There was something that could not be described nor understood. It just was.
What followed was a thought. It was a thought that was more like a question. A question as of what this being aware was.
This very thought created a color. This color was red and looked like an aura around a retina but faded away.
This bore the next question over what this just might have been which brought the red shine back, as well as a movement to it.
That moment I knew that I was all that was and therefore I knew all that was there to know, but I did not know what it was.
I was able to direct this awareness as intention as this was what it became and thus became aware that I was aware of all that is, but also of all that could be.
I began to move in ever faster circles to catch a glimpse of what I might be as I knew I was all but did not know what all was.
Thus being and becoming was the same and the same was one.
So I began to play
In the beginning, aware I was
Dark no more
No describing in words
Be there you must
As I was, I thought
It was red
What was it? There it was again
It was moving
I knew I was all
All to know I knew
I did not know what all was
Awareness moved, so I knew that I am all that will be
Being and becoming was the same as all remained all
Just the play brought relief