Genesis II, Chapter 7666, preamble

GENESIS II, Chapter 7666, preamble
by azly rahman

When I was born
there were perhaps
no marks of a wheel at the bottom of my right heel
no bright clouds canopying my mother's tent on a desert yonder
no three wise men foretelling a greatness only Love can explain
no thunderstorms of tsunami greeting the world with calamity

only the Universe nodding its head
its long-flowing beard caught in a spinning wheel
why this birth, I asked?
where will I be, I lamented?
what shall be the end of the story? I framed my inquiry repeatedly

existence --- are not thou like a canvas
of a michaelangelo?
or Om-- the first sound of the universe
like the flapping of the wings of a butterfly
create ripples and raging seas
of the inner ambiance in me?

what must i now conjure of my existence thusfar
whilst at times like a younger Rodin
skillfully conjuring the signs and signifiers
of the greatness of Man in all his complexities
of this Divine Comedy he is plunged into?

I am
not yet
as i see this samsara
unfolding ...