The Universal egg

There was nothing in the start,
Not even the egg, with the two halves,
and then, not a moment later,
or an eternity after,
it just was,
an egg...
of everything,
the Universal egg,
egg of the creation.

The egg was differentiated,
a round void it was not,
yellow and white, they began to separate
take form and differentiate
until they were all different,
within each, differences arose
it jellied towards certain ends,
and hollowed towards others
and with age the difference grew larger
until it encompassed
the whole wide world, all of it, the creation.

The gods within,
tiny thimbles of nothingness,
plants and birds, rocks and mountains of salt
are but specks of dust, no smaller
than the mightiest of the mighty
the most pious of them all,
the great Kings that ruled the lands
and the deities that they worshiped,
lay no bigger than a tiny ant,
to the unceasing, unending, uncaring
unrelenting egg
ever-watching, everbeing
unable to hear see or feel
but owning all the sound within its eternity,
holding everything there was to see and feel,
the primordial generator of vibration,
the one featureless being, the nirguna Brahman,
for it
we are all the same,
and it cares not who we worship.