In the beginning there was life
and nowhere was there not life,
but the life that was
was not what we would recognise as life,
we who see the structured forms that life inhabits
for the life was not organic, cellular, intelligent
familiar to our eyes. The life
was formless, void
and seminal. The life
inhabited the whole of space,
and where there was no space
the life created it. Beyond
life's grip was nothing made that was made,
for the hand of life was everywhere:
in tree, in stone, in star, in firmament
and in the hidden matter of the universe
which we have yet to find.
And molecules without life of their own
curled up into the shapes of life
and multiplied. This life,
this force, this formlessness
made vessels for itself
and in creating form
the form that limits us.
Almost forgotten, then,
and largely unbeknown to God or us,
the force lives on in what we know as death.
Where we have come to see the end of life
life cycles back
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