In that day There existed neither existence or non-existence, There existed neither airy sky nor heaven beyond! Could anything stir? From where? In whose protection? Were there even the Waters, so fathomless? There was not yet death, nor life, No night and no day, The One breathed breathlessly, by its own conscious will, That was all It was darkness obscured by darkness, A murky ocean without differentiation! There was only becoming, concealed by emptiness, Borne by the power of Fire And the will of the One formed the seed of Mind! An origin which descended into seeking hearts, Through the kernel of their inner wisdom Like the rays of the Sun, creation exploded outwards, Here and there, above and below! Sewers, reapers, waxers, waners, givers, and takers! Who can know? Who can say? When this creation arose and from whence it came? Even our gods came after, riding upon the rays! Perhaps it formed itself, or perhaps not! Does he who sits atop the highest Heaven know? Perhaps as little as us