Our First Father, the absolute, grew from within the original darkness.
The sacred soles of his feet and his small round standing-place, these he created as he grew from within the original darkness.
The reflection of his sacred thoughts, his all-hearing, the sacred palm of his hand with it's staff of authority, the sacred palms of his branched hands tipped with flowers, these were created by Ņamanduî as he grew from within the original darkness.
Upon his sacred high head with its headdress of feathers were flowers like drops of dew. Among the flowers of the sacred headdress hovered the first bird, the Hummingbird.
As he grew, creating his sacred body, our First Father lived in the primal winds. Before he had thought of his future earth-dwelling, before he had though of his future sky-his future world as it came to be in the beginning-Hummingbird came and refreshed his mouth. It was Hummingbird who nourished Ņamanduî with the fruits of paradise.
As he was growing, before he had created his future paradise, he himself, Our Ņamanduî Father, the First Being, did not see darkness, though the sun did not yet exist. He was lit by the reflection of his own inner self. The thoughts within his sacred being, these were his sun.
The true Ņamanduî Father, the First Being, lived in the primal winds. He brought the screech owl to rest and made darkness. He made the cradle of darkness.
As he grew, the true Ņamanduî Father, the First Being, created his future paradise. He created the earth. But at first he lived in the primal winds. The primal wind in which our Father lived returns with the yearly return of the primal time-space, with the yearly reassurance of the time-space that was. As soon as the season that was has ended, the trumpet-vine tree bears flowers. The winds move on to the following time-space. new winds and a new space in time come into being. Comes the resurrection of space and time.
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