Beauty Before Sustenance Poem by Mike Adam

Before the bang began
This teeming round of
Doing, non-doing

Was quiet and calm
The eternal mind.

Begun before the calm
Cooled down seared
Heat white light

Ineffable rounds
Of critical mass
Formed, re-formed

Abandoned

And left to grow
Expand and seed
The million different things.

And in this that
Calm remained,
Retained the sense

Of beauty

Hungered, ragged
The sublime still yet
Awakens

Pre-bang mind

To sorry circumstance
I shall not yield
This freedom deep inside