This dreamed cosmos, never forgotten…is not explained, it is felt.

I am going to delight you with a story

that will make your memory pulse.

For in this dreamed universe

arises what each one has desired.

It was not created.

Nor did it begin.

Because before any beginning…

it was already beating.

There were no forms,

but neither was there absence.

It was a void…

that was not empty of possibilities.

I inhabited it without thinking,

I traversed it without moving,

because there…

everything was at the same time.

There was no after,

nor before,

only the instant…

expanding into itself.

And in that infinite heartbeat,

where nothing was separate,

the inevitable began to happen:

desire.

Not as a thought,

not as a word,

but as a gentle pulse…

that longed to see something more.

And by sustaining itself…

it began to take form.

Not because someone made it,

but because it wanted to be.

Thus the first lights were born,

not as bodies,

but as burning intention.

Some chose to feel,

others to hold,

others simply to share,

others to move,

others to create…

but none is separate from the other.

Because everything that arose…

remained the same.

One and the same fire…

dreaming itself and creating itself in infinite forms.