The Word of the Beginning
The word existed eternally in the heavenly world.
As Father, Son, and Spirit in every tongue, it unfurled
As Brahma and Allah too to the world, this word was shown.
As known to the unknown and unknown to the known, this was known.
In the form of a life-giving breath of breeze, this blew around.
In hills, mountains, valleys, meadows, and plateaus, this was found.
As fountains, streams, rivers, and rivulets, this always flowed.
As ponds, lakes, seas, and oceans, with the fullness of life, glowed
In the sweet chirping of each little bird, this is revealed.
In the might of each wild and domestic beast, it's concealed.
Is this not the music rising from the flute, lute, and harp?
Isn't this, in mothers and their little children, heard sharp?
Saying, let there be, this word brought things from the vacuum.
To each living and non-living being, this word is the womb.
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