There are so many creation myths all around the world. They each reveal different aspects not only about our own souls but about the world, itself. Poetry is a great way to explore creation. We hope this poem will inspire you with your own tales and ballads of genesis.
Creation, a poem
by Dawn Opus
Lo and behold, for here and now,
you have now stumbled
upon the truth of your own creation.
What was there, that was first?
who can say, and who can know?
there was that, which was and always will be,
beyond creation, a wholeness that transcends all,
a mind beyond mind — pure spirit.
From this wholeness emanations bubbled forth,
this was the creation of the Aeons;
their essence transcends the material,
they were and always will be natural law,
an order that exists outside of time,
an imperfect perfection eternally creating itself.
Once the world was a vast darkness,
a endless morass, that stretched out
endless and forever;
it’s said that Sophia, a child the Aeons,
lost and wondering in her need
created the sun in the sky
so that she might have light.
She saw that this creation was good,
and yet looking across the vast morass,
she decided she wanted firm land to walk upon
and so she separated the land from the water
so that she might stroll under the sun.
She saw that this creation was good,
and yet she grew hot under the sun
and so she decided to divide the day in half
between darkness and light;
so she created the moon and the night.
She saw that this creation was good,
but she began to grow hungry,
and so she decided to bring from the land
plants of every kind, fruits and vegetables
beyond count.
She saw that this creation was good,
but still she felt bored,
and so she decided to create animals
so that she could watch them frolic
across the land and enjoy the fruit of her work.
All then was nearly perfect,
harmony reigned supreme across
all of Sophia’s creations,
yet still Sophia felt inside an emptiness,
she longed for companionship.
And so she created man,
and this creation was good,
he would listen to her, talk to her,
and even say sweet things to her;
he would gently touch her at times
in ways that made her feel strange
and different.
Man was a fine creation, indeed,
but one day man approached Sophia
in such a way so that they might become one again;
Sophia could not bear the thought of it.
She ran, and man pursued her;
at first she became one with darkness
but man became light and pounced upon her;
next she became the moon,
yet man became the sun, and the chase was on;
next she became a beautiful flower
but man became a flower as well,
and the wind carried his need toward her —
again and again this happened;
next Sophia became an animal,
yet man became an animal as well
and he dashed after her as before —
again and again this happened.
As time flowed differently back then
and was not at all chronological
you might well understand
that all along, Sophia’s creations
were always part of this pursuit.
Finally, exhausted,
Sophia returned to her original form,
she lay on the ground, panting.
Man approached her,
and asked her, “why do you run from me,
isn’t it only that I seek to love you?”
Sophia responded,
“But if you love me,
if we become as one
would you not be gone then?”
Man answered,
“Perhaps it is so, I cannot say,
but surely from us a new love will be born —
is it not that way with all things?”
Sophia relented
and she loved man,
and that is how you came to be.
Quotes about Creation
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.— Edgar Allan Poe
Consciousness is the glory of creation.
— James Broughton
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