The Story of Ezad
Before the beginning Ezad dwells in the silence of eternal infinity, unmoved, bathed in the bliss of being. But within that which is Everything, sleeps Nothing. A Nothingness that cannot exist and cannot be Real. And yet this nothingness stirs itself and takes shape as sound that moves across the silent waters of Ezad’s infinite ocean of being. And the sounds become words and Ezad knows the joy of naming and by naming, knows the entwining of entities until, in time, the names are wiped away.
And Ezad, the god of gods, felt movement in his earth bones and the ripple of music across the skin of his creation and felt the cool cascade of water in the courses of his veins. And Ezad sang of Love and the embrace of all things as one. And as the song made its way into and across time and space, Ezad knew finiteness and differentness and ignorance of Truth and the pain of separation and the longing of ignorance and the pride of being different. And things took shape and size and some stood still upon the earth; others while rooted firm in rich, black soil sought the sun and wind and their own kind; still others knew no bounds, but that which returned them to what they always were, and those could roam and mix without constraint except from their own ignorance and pain. And Ezad dwelt in each, the living and the non living, those that served and those that brought change. Ezad lived: as longing, as the cleaving to, as pain upon separation, as the ecstasy of union and reunion in each. None would be forgotten, from the smallest speck of substance to whatever this creation created. All would seek, in its own way, whence it came.
And upon the waters named Animas there came the People to the place of green reeds where the waters of the river met the waters of the ocean and all became one. And the People felt less alone and their longing was softened by the bounty of the land and the bounty of the sea. And Ezad ever spoke through them and through the rich earth and green reeds and through the waters, fresh and salty, and said “Here shall be home and the well of knowledge of Truth shall be endless and all around and open to all.” And with singing and dance and hard work T’lur Pa (Green Reed Place) was founded and Waterside was its heart.