Creation at Play

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This is a story…where the end begins…
A tale of creation…that escapes the eye…

A man bows…in salutation to the sun…
half man…half animal…
perhaps even the lord mount too…
…carrying with him…the memory of nine…
he enters the first…defined by a line…

in two he meets…invoking his energy…
free to connect…though in flat land he lives…

in third…he churns…birthing in form
in a world that seems real after all…
he could see the back, front and all of the sides
but rooted again he waits for the fourth…

the fourth then pierced his heart…
and emotions began to move him too…
and there he danced…from moment to moment
trying his best…to peek into the fifth

Here in the centre…
where man in form…contemplates the unseen…
he travels without a pause
moving through his minds eye…
he merges with the rhythm of life..
and form fades quietly…

he enters… the realm of the heavenly abode
where six walls stand guard
leaving behind…the perceived reality…

there within seven paths…the breath of life moves…
where the end meets the beginning…
and the beginning meets the end…
an eternal cycle…
where eight hold hands
leading to the playground…where nine…the absolute one
becomes the seed
leading one to gate…where the end begins