Ripples rewinding into one defined point as Goddess conceived me into existence whispering my name,
“Hannah, Hannah, Hannah, Hannah…..”
I am born again and again and again from that dark open space where thoughts form words to be spoken into vibration then into being as she plucks a string again and again whispering my name as a song made of pure sound and the reverberations sliding through the tight particles of each invisible filter of worlds back into that single point of light at the center of my universe.
“Hannah, Hannah, Hannah, Hannah…”
I did not see, but hear myself born into being,
The sage priestess sweeping gold dust and broken glass from the remnants of a shattered hour glass onto a dustpan while guiding me to float in between the panes of universes to experience my creation.
And each time I hear my name called,
“Hannah, Hannah, Hannah, Hannah….”