It was the first time
When the first time
Was the first time.
It was a unique spark
That lasted for a moment.
Through it started a fire
Of life and death.
An unstoppable reaction,
Everlasting grace of light.
It is what it is called.
Source of all creation,
And doom of all end.
It pierced existence to the darkness,
From nothingness all there is came.
It bound beings to the consciousness,
From the dream the truth came.
Whether it was God’s image,
Or I, in thought.