Swan Mother -- A Creation Story

I thought I had actually posted this to this blog before, but in trying to show it to someone discovered I hadn't. For a number of years now I've been developing my personal mythology. The following is a creation story from that mythology.

irst was, is, Swan Mother. She-Before-All-Else. She was alone, but not lonely, for She was complete in Herself. So complete was She that a feeling began to make itself known to Her from deep inside. A tingling, bubbling feeling. A feeling of love.

Now Swan Mother knows love. One complete in Herself knows all about love, because it is love that makes one complete. A deep abiding love that is the touchstone and ground of all Being. Swan Mother is Love.

But this love was different. This love was growing -- Growing and expanding in such a way that Swan Mother knew it could not be contained. If She did nothing She would burst! So in Her wisdom, Swan Mother gathered Her wings about Her, like a great downy cloak, and in one swift and graceful movement, spread Her vast wings as far as they would reach. In so doing, in this unimaginable expanse from wing-tip to wing-tip, Swan Mother had created Space.

Now this tingling, bubbling, effervescent feeling of love, growing with in Her, had somewhere to go, and go it did! With a tremendous explosion of light and feathers, Swan Mother gave birth to Fire Horse. So filled with His new found joy of freedom was Fire Horse, that He ran and jumped, played and danced throughout the whole of space between Swan Mother's outstretched wings.

The feathers that floated everywhere, shed as a result of His birth, were ignited by Fire Horse's fiery hooves, becoming all the stars that populate the heavens. And, as Fire Horse continued to gallop tirelessly amidst the heat of these new-born suns, He began to perspire, each drop of glistening sweat flung from his body becoming another planet -- Another pregnant salt-water world ready to blossom with life.

And so it was. And so it is. Aho.