It began without beginning
In darkness with no dark.
The light filled, without shinning,
A presence with no apart.
A voice without a voice box
Sounded with no sound
Into a space which was spaceless
From a being with no bound.
Suddenly there was a now
And what now is - was.
The voice spoke, and it sounded,
"It is good, what I have done."
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