When time was young and pure
and the stars not yet born,
the master, lonely and sad,
looked down into the universe
and wished he had a friend –
but there was only him
in this vast nothing –
which is the black robe he wears
that covers day and night;
so he wept and cried,
sat watching his tears fall by -
like diamonds hardened,
they formed rocks warm and alive,
where oceans swell and flowers blossom;
still this beauty he could not share,
and he felt complete despair,
until his poor old heart had broken,
into million facets, sparkling bright,
it fell deep down onto the Earth,
where all his tears had gathered;
now it walks there inside me and you
in all flora and fauna, too,
enjoys the diversity,
lives and builds himself freely
his own home -
the master is no longer alone

Sybille(Sydney)Krivenko 2007