A Creation Scenario
no airy space, nor the heaven beyond it.
What stirred, and where? In whose keeping?
Was there water — a deep past all fathoming?
Then there was neither death nor deathlessness,
no marking of night from day.
That One breathed, windless, by its own power.
Beyond it, nothing else was at all.
Darkness there was, wrapped in darkness at first;
all this was water without a sign.
The One that lay void, swathed in emptiness —
by the heat of its own fervour it was born.
Then desire arose within it at the beginning —
desire, the first seed of mind.
Searching their hearts with wisdom, the seers f
ound the bond of being within non-being.
Their measuring-cord was stretched across the dark.
Was there a below? Was there an above?
There were seed-bearers, there were powers —
will beneath, and reaching forward above.
But who truly knows, and who can declare it,
whence it was born, whence comes this creation?
The gods themselves came after its making —
so who can know from where it arose?
This creation — from where it all arose,
whether it formed itself, or whether it did not,
the One who watches from the highest heaven: