Spiraling

All in a single journey,
from nothingness to thought,
from thought to word,
from word to conception,
from conception to increase,
from memory to consciousness,
from consciousness to desire,
and from desire, the world became.

Once desire thought,
the word was heard,
and from the vast unseen,
the moist green spiral,
uncurling, unfurling,
greets the light,
dancing with the wind:
child of the wild.

Dance, dear child,
dance and, dancing,
rise up to the skies,
for you are our gift,
our beloved,
our link
on the chain
of onward.

© 2012 by Elisabeth T. Eliassen

This piece has been set to music by Michael Kaulkin in his composition entitled “Waiting…”