poem for a sunday morning

hymn of creation 

there was not non-existent nor existent:

there was no realm of air, no sky beyond it.

what covered in and where? and what gave shelter?

was water there, unfathomed depth of water?

death was not then, nor was there aught immortal:

no sign was there, the day's and the night's divider.

that one thing, breathless, breathed by its own nature,

apart from it was nothing whatsoever.

darkness there was: at first concealed in darkness

this all was indiscriminated chaos.

all that existed then was void and formless:

by the great power of warmth was born that One.

(from the rig veda)