The old ones
In the time before time
The elders became so old and weak they let the flame die
But, before it did they gave their last energy to the flame
So, this universe might live again.
And, then the cold universe waited
Until the energy the old ones left in the flame kindled once again
And then the light came again, it came
Strong, hard and full of youthful energy
Time was then reborn and the light burst forth
Out into the void which consumes and drains
The light divided and multiplied
Until each old one had his form once again.
The light of the old ones
captured the dark voids waiting and made all form.
From the indifferent forms sprung life, warmed by the heat
Each different, children of the light connected but, all formed from the void.
With this new time came change, the cycles
The birth of one, the death of another, all connected, all eternal.
And from this scared spot, which is always here, now with us.
Came each single point, we call consciousness
It is that awareness which connects us with the old ones.
Their linage reborn in endless cycle within cycle.