Hammer and Anvil
Terry Baker
printed on Giclée Epson Semi-Gloss
The downward pressure of creation meets the upward pressure of anti-creation at super-luminary speed. An implosion of infinite power, and in this singularity the two opposing energies congeal into the boiling froth that is the space/time continuum.
And the rest, of course, is history.
This is what I saw in my dream as it bubbled up onto the blank canvas of my sleeping mind. Spheres hovering motionless outside of space and time, a raging storm throwing off lightning filaments of bright energies, the crushing blow of the hammer as sky and land catch fire and are drawn with great violence, the one into the other.
I saw the molten centre of a new beginning and I greatly desired to remain and be part of this new world.
Why does my dream abandon me? Why must I wake up?
I would gladly stay in my dreams. Forever.