in the beginning

in the beginning there was not a word
silence reigned over all there was of space
no one to listen no one to feel in place
initiations are frequently absurd
they're sensible once they have occurred
but until then they lack both ease and grace
of any sense there's frequently no trace
not even the shadow of a passing bird
since there's no thing no place no time
just a huge swirl of absence in no where
the power that is to be has not been made
the universe has not yet reached its prime
in the absence of rock and sea and air
still every spiral has begun to braid