I said, “Stop calling me God!”
But the frightened, confused fragments of Myself
Refused to listen or even hear.
So atomized have they been for so many cycles
They had long forgotten their own origins.
I opted then to address them not in words,
Nor in thought, for that requires language and speech,
But as epiphanies in moments of unguardedness –
As a honeyed fragrance upon a gentle breeze
Or the distant melody of a lifetime long unvisited.
In the course of linear time traversing ages, epochs, eternities
A few units of awareness began to fathom symmetries
And apparent synchronicities, and they began to perceive hidden geometries
In the subliminal architecture of form, informing the formless,
Inchoate and incoherent Primordial Chaos.
Order thus began to emerge within their apprehension,
Giving rise to general principles (albeit theoretical)
And then an eureka moment occurred, almost unexpectedly,
When a man – to be precise, a mathematician – named Mandelbrot
Discovered the fractal nature of all that exists and – voila – comprehension!
What were hitherto confused fragments of Myself
Realized themselves as dynamic fractals: kaleidoscopic, ceaselessly evolving
Sparks of the Sacred Flame, magnificent mandalas, increasingly conscious,
Gloriously, radiantly emanating, then coalescing into gravitational fields
From which spring a cosmic cornucopia of entities that eat and can be eaten.
Behold your essential and eternal flux from simplicity to complexity and back,
A neverending dance of interchangeable polarities, separating quick from dead,
Expanding and contracting to generate Breath, then Rhythm and Algorithm,
Then a mother’s heartbeat lulling you to dream awhile in the amniotic sac
Of your own nascent divinity.
