Prolog

At first, this tale
Was known to only one.
Nowadays, this tale
Must be known by many.

i
Once upon a time, a long, long time ago, there was an unimaginably empty, terrifyingly immense abyss. In that abyss, there was nothing but emptiness, there was nothing. There was no earth, there was no water, no air, no golden sun, nothing.

ii
The universal Mother, at the beginning of the universe, searched the great emptiness of the pitch-black abyss for a space to give birth to her child, which was due at any time. But she found nothing. As there was no space to embrace the child she has carried in her womb for so long, she turned her soul into unlimited space. They say the this was how sky was created. Although the sky was created, there was no light.
The Mother unceasingly looked for the light.

iii
The Mother looked and looked for the light, tirelessly, relentlessly. But the light was not to be found. There was not even an inkling of  light. She could not find any light in which to see, cradle and feed her child, which was due at any time.
The Mother collected all the light of her body and of her heart, turned it into a ball and set it to float upward. The golden sun was born from that ball of light and proceeded to light the universe. Did you know that? The sun is the light of energy of the Mother’s heart.
The sky and the air provided space and the sun shone the light of energy. But the Mother had no earth to lean upon to give birth to her child under the sky and the sun.
The Mother unceasingly looked for the earth.

iv
The Mother looked and looked for the earth, tirelessly, relentlessly. But she found nothing. Neither earth, nor the planets had yet been created.
The Mother gave up her fruitless search for the earth to support her delivery of the child, which was due to be born any time. The Mother turned what flesh and body she had into the earth. She made the milk of her two breasts flow as abundantly as spring water, to make the earth fertile. Thus the earth was born. Did you hear that, my son? The earth is the Mother, the beginning of our beginning.

v
In this way, they say, the first human was born beneath the cotton wool clouds floating in the blue sky, in the undiscriminating light of the golden sun, on the earth with its flowing rivers and spring water, covered with a multicolored blanket of flowers and berries. The first human grew up breathing the air and nurtured by the sun, and spring water, and colorful berries created by his own Mother. The first human increasingly looked for life…

vi
The Mother who became the sky and the air, the sun and the earth still suffered. As one piece of wood does not become fire and one person does not become a family, she created the next human as well.
The first humans unceasingly looked for life.

vii
They say, in the beginning, that there was nothing. Only the Mother gave birth to her child and sacrificed herself for the sake of humanity in order to create the universe and the earth.
On this earth, humans reproduced and life continued with no interruptions, and good was created from that life as well as from the evil.

viii
Later, the children forgot that they took their beginning from the first Mother and lost their ability to govern their development and desires. They began to use the creative power of the Mother’s soul to commit good deeds but also to commit evil deeds, such as domination and violent warfare. Should ever evil dominate, such a time may come as there was before the beginning of the beginning.

ix
Every mother that has given birth to a child on this earth has a tale of her own created by her happiness and her suffering. At the end of every tale, the mother is dissolved in that tale and only her children remain to live and rejoice in their existence.

Epilog

Nowadays this story
Must be known by many
Only one will still know it
When we return to our beginning.