Seeds of pure Brahma appear
In the dark nothingness.

In their infinitesimal
Yet infinite dimensions
They carry the code for all creation.

Some fade away.
Some persist.
Propelled through will,
An urgency to occupy and diffuse.

Annihilation or coalition are inevitable.

Some acquire magnificent tinges
Worthy of acknowledgement.
Others marred and maimed
Are left to wither in exile.

I meditate on the most promising one.
Feel its inarticulatable essence
As the intangible element
Vanquish the void.

The One now unfolds.
Accreting into thoughts
Before passing through
The sieve of judgement.

These thoughts sublime I crystallize.
Choosing at will to blemish them
With motley emotions
Or monolithic reason.

I,
The creator,
Awestruck by my own creation,
The most magnificent in the domain
Wherein I reign supreme,
Hesitate.

I hesitate to articulate.
Knowing full well that tongue
Will never be able to bear
The simple complexity
And the complex simplicity
Of thought.