Life seeded itself and spread,
It grew fast in the stillness of the Earth
And vast in the silent depth of the Heavens.
In everything was the Breath of Hethens
And its rhythm guided all.
Out of the movement of the cycles
From the emptiness that joins the Coming of things and their Going
Arose Cythra the Disrupter.
One hand a blue flame held in stillness
And one hand of red shifting ice,
Cythra rolled Heavens onto the Earth
And spread Earth onto the Heavens.
The Gems were lost into mud and Life tumbled into Chaos.
Hethens saw the doings of Cythra,
And He came to Her.
His Breath to Her flame,
And His flame to Her ice,
They fought in all things
And all things became their fight.
Of their comings and goings
The Balance was born.
Rhythm within rhythm
Stillness in motion and motion in stillness.
Hethens into Cythra breathed himself
And from the Undoing came the Doing.
Excerpt from The WorldMight