THUSNESS

creative writing piece

I remember an October evening in 1999. I was with my friend Aisling, standing together on the empty tennis courts looking at the trees, welcoming the dusk; a topaz sky, vast beyond vast, crisp exhilarating air and the scent of honeysuckle. I was 18. I think I must have the thought myself a little god. All things were open or opening, or soon to open to me. All possibilities. Vast beyond vast.

Well, it didn’t pan out so.

Things went as they came as they went, all as it must be in accordance with the inner pattern of things. And that great moment; itself just a shimmer on the threshold of light, a surface ripple on the ocean of sleep and hidden colour.

THUSNESS

1

I was in Egypt of ancient days,

Hathor, Isis, Ast

Lantern hemmed wings  

light rays, heaven plumed

Unfurling all Futures,

All past.

2

Named, unnamed

Through light do I rule

 Murmurs in chasms and seas

Whispering glimmers on still tidal pools

Words woven on world breath

and breeze

2

Atum, I am

‘tween ending and start

Shiva then- flinging asunder,

As Rhea appearing upon nascent hour,

High as Inti,

and deep Nerthus under

3

As Vishnu, Yahweh, Jupiter,

I rule in bright fire,

Phanes, I am,

Yet conceal.

Thou art but the foam of my ocean entire

Eternal, and Blessed,

and Real.