Then even nothingness was not, nor existence/ there was no air then, nor the heavens beyond it/ What covered it? Where was it? In whose keeping? Was there then cosmic water in depths unfathomed?
Then there were neither death nor immortality, nor was there then the torch of night and day/ The One breathed windlessly and self sustaining/ There was that One then, and there was no other.
At first there was only darkness wrapped in darkness/ All this was only illuminated water/ That one which came to be, enclosed in nothing, arose at last, born of the power of heat.
In the beginning desire descended on it- that was the primal seed, born of the mind/ The sages who have searched their hearts with wisdom know that which is, is kin to that which is not.
I have used this uh complicated kind of style to write this poem.. I have been studying panpsychism for 8 months now.. so that is actually a lot of time to get inspired and write a poem. lol.
I have tried writing the scene of the birth of universe...assuming that universe is consciouss..
Okay this is all damn complicated, so if any of you wants to know anything more on panpsychism just lemme know.