The Primordial Goddess

She is the center from which all that is originates.

She is the very substance that all that is, is created out of.

As such, we are she.

And she is our mother.

She is the primordial in the way that only the goddess can be.

Before there was sound, there was silence, and it was she.

Before there was sound, there was the stillness, that was she.

But she who is the changing, the eternally transforming, is not a silent stillness of inert vacancy. Hers is the space of shimmering, limitless potential.

Her movement is the primal vibration, the sound.

She is the substance of the sound, and every expression of the sound that she is expresses her likeness, as it can only do.

She is what we are.

To speak of her inevitably falls short, as she cannot be contained or defined.

And yet to speak at all, what words would ever we have, that could be anything other than her voice?

Many cultures, around the Earth, and deep into history, worshipped and revered her, before the sky-gods came, in their own cultural color.

Praising her infinite womb as the source of all.

Rejoicing in her limitless bounty.

Gratefully receiving her infinite forgiveness in being received back into her, back into the source.

She is both immanent and transcendent.

Immanent, because she is exactly here, expressed in the fractalling geometry that reveals her breathing rhythms of expansion and contraction.

Transcendent, because coming home to her is the happy destiny of all that is. Simultaneously before and beyond all language and expression, and the identities and communities we spend our days in.

We honor her by recognizing her rhythms in our breath.

In the shape and pattern of all things.

In the deep silence of return.

The ecstasy of absolute communion.

We are her children,

we are a fractal, in the shape of her.