It only seems to be the end of a beginning lost in space-
the single breath the story began with;
the tear from the awakened eye-
the mother of the oceans, the father of the skies.
The root of the eternal wisdom, encircling the space of forms,
Three times the power of the three,
nine only seems to be the end
but it becomes the parent of the son
expressing one out of itself.
The journey has begun.
The world of one and zero has commenced.
January, 9th, 2020