Being

You were One.
if you were at all

in a place without time
if it was a place at all

light
if darkness was

pure
if impurity was

white
if color was

in every direction
if direction even was

there was no warm
there was no cold
there was no pain
there was no joy
there was no sadness
there was no anger
there was no excitement
there was no sorrow
there was no calm

there was only

resonance.

singular.
forever.

an instance.
an eon.

you could not tell
how long it had been
how long it will be
where the beginning began
where the end ended
if such things even were

then there was
some
thing

what could you even call it
a spark
a thought
a feeling
a sense

a hint
of existence

an essence
of awareness

an expression
of thought

a question

is this all there is?

an immediate response
from
some
where

an acknowledgement
from
some
one
or
some
thing

some rhetoric
oh, you want more?
it answered

in that instant,
instance became,
time burst forward
space expanded
darkness contrasted the light
which condensed into brilliance
separating itself into
red
orange
yellow
green
blue
indigo
violet
and spread
forward and backward
up
down
left
right
in every direction
and from them
came sensations
of cold
and heat

i could feel
from outside
my being

and inside
i could feel
something else

other things
distinct things
contrasting each other in waves
i could hear things
distinct things

outside
and
inside

they lasted some time
and then ended

all of them
different

all of them
impermanent

and now i wonder
if it will always be like this
or if this, too,
will come to an end.