Within the spark:

Starry pathways whirling

Careful building out of chaos

Ocean floor heaving upward

Land parting from the sea

She in the heart of the mountain reached forth:  

First breath forming

Her touch a mark of grace

Dipping into the atomic ocean

Shuffling the deck of Fate in her fingers

Bringing structure from flow.

She who wove Odin’s signs into creation:

message of eloquence as we speak the gods’ words

imeless courage granted as we act with honor

ifts given that we might carry hamingja forth

reation of fire that we might exist in truth.

She, the keeper of the records of life:

Embodied in the first peering prokaryote

Sussurating in the squirming ooze

Sketching in her graceful helix

Bringing we who were - once mere molecules -

Up and along humanity’s tree

Smile of grace as her fingers stir the world:

Into the Wyrd of Fate

That Two should meet and mate to become Three

Essence questing passionately

Along fragile and fraught trails.

Smile of knowing as the threads of heritage combine:

Boldly battle-torn replicatory race

Lore libraries tumultuously tossed

Inwards into recombinant rebellion

Gametogenic gypsies trading tangos

Infiltrating into zygotic ziggurats.

Smile of power as new life reaches:

Breathing in the power of lineage

Aching forward throughout the ages

Grief and woe and joy and faith

Thousands of ancestors uphold.

Hyndla of the blood road, beneath the silent mountain of time.

4/6/16, HKA.