Beneath waves and within wind, all is motion.
Sacredness is what I think to see – be still and understand.
Gods change – like moon upon waves, humans reflect them.
Within change, The Void churned out creation, and it spoke, ‘Ripple!’
– then its awareness shined upon the sky-sent souls.
When oak and ash, speech and mind were living, they sang out with joy: ‘Shine!’
Wellspring had always flowed, though none divined it
– at the heart of storm and birthing of worlds, always the first, Void.