Was There Sorrow before the Universe Was Born?

Was there sorrow

Layered within the

Darkness deep

Before the universe was born?

 

Invisible spirits – as yet unreal –­ Sighed when looking ahead toward Clashing with other tuggings of Longing

The trees of longing

Lofted imaginary

Branches high – pulling

Away from Newton’s stone-like grip

Into thick multiplicity

 

Circling among great

Mountains veiled within a

Mysterious desire

To break loose from

Their Black Hole prisons and emerge into a universe of ecstatic wonder –

­Enriched by eons of sorrow