Three drops of blood.
The first draws a circle around today's kin.
Mother, father, children and friends.
The second circles the globe for the tribal wanderers
who left home and made a wider path over time.
The third drop pulls in flora and fauna,
with gratitude for sustaining the whole thing.
Everything is included, yet over time nothing remains.
Universe breathes and generations come into being.
Universe sweeps an impartial hand
and generations fly back into dust.
Primordial forces stage the whole.
No words exist for its accomplishments.
Good and evil are child's words
when taken to mean mere preference.
Neither things nor nothing escapes scrutiny.
All is known, to exist.
Rejoice! You are created by a blink.
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