IN THE BEGINNING WAS SHE.

The blackness. 

The limitless depth. 

The womb of all things. 

She, a circle without borders,

a centre placed in an infinite landscape. 

There she waited, 

a billion years, 

full of hope, of desire, of love. 

that one day, 

she may become,

the womb within wombs

birthing

worlds within worlds,

the great craftswoman

the cosmic artisan

weaving new life from death

with hands and heart.