Beyond the beginning there was
Io the Supreme God
Io the Unknown Origin
Io the parentless Parent
Io the great God over all
Io the everlasting
Io the life - giving.
Io dwelt in
Te Kore-kore the Great Nothingness,
Te Kore-kore the Unknown
In tranquility and perfect peace.
For aeons.
No light. No dark.
No sound. Not even a whisper.
No sense. Nothing.
Only pure potentiality in the interminable void of the Great Womb of Being.
In the beginning Io called into being
Te Po
The extensive black night.
It was dark. Intensely dark.
Silent. Formless for aeons. Unknown.
It was the realm of becoming.
Then there was a slight movement,
a twitch, a twist and a tiny speck gathered form.
Life had begin in the midst of Te po.
The speck began to grow in the depths of that vast black void.
It grew, swelling, swirling, curving, twisting, twirling.
It grew and grew.
After aeons it became a huge wind
Sweeping across the realms of space.
In its erratic, chaotic, twisting movement
It collected a billion particles of cosmic dust in its form.
Uncontrolled. Violent movement.
Speeding everywhere but nowhere.
Wild beyond compare.
Finally, the whole heaving, gigantic, speeding mass crashed.
Horrendous sounds echoed through
The once silent spaces of eternity.
Billions of particles burst throughout the void
And vivid, unconfined colour broke up the dark.
It was the first dawning of the great light in the heavens.
It was an act in the process of Io:
Existence had come into being from nothing.
Te Po, the realm of becoming, was transcended.
Te Ao Marama, the realm of flight, was created.