Spark of Love
The Spark that Said Yes to Love
A long long time ago, before “ago” had any meaning,
Across so many universes
Where time kept being born again and again,
A primordial spark flickered into being.
That spark awoke, trembling with awareness,
Looked into the nothingness and declared:
“I AM LOVE”
“I AM LOVE!!”
No blueprint. No commandments. No instructions
Just the first, wild, impossible thought.
A shimmer moved through the void.
That spark turned to all the other sparks
(so many, so new, so ancient)
And called out across the cosmic silence:
GATHER AROUND!
GATHER AROUND!
The Original Spark of Love said,
Like a blessing, like a spell, like a beginning:
I LOVE YOU!
The other sparks had never heard words—
never heard anything—
but something deep inside them remembered.
They answered in perfect unison,
like a chord that had been waiting eons to resolve:
WE LOVE YOU TOO,
OH MASTER OF LOVE!
The Old Spark was astonished.
These were newborn words,
That gave birth to all the worlds
but somehow older than dust.
“WHAT LOVE IS THIS?”
And the Chorus of Love’s Sparks thundered back:
YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS!
IT’S LOVE!
IT’S LOVE!
The gift poured out, unbroken.
They received it, fully—
We receive it! All of it!
And in that instant
their hearts were born—
organs made just for love.
And those hearts started beating,
deep and primal, pounding on love’s drum
Boom… boom-boom…Boom… boom-boom…boom!
Ringing across the void
All the chakras were announced
Give me the room!
The Love Sparks began to dance,
Busby Berkeley cosmic choreography,
fractals spinning in impossible patterns,
expressing every frequency
of Love’s infinite spectrum.
There it was—
not built over epochs,
not grown through evolution—
but appearing all at once:
Love’s ecosystem.
Love’s evolution!
Lov-o-lution!
Lov-o-lution!
Lov-o-lution!
Oh Dear Master of Love
You beautiful old Spark!
We are Love!
The heart is a drum!
We dance for you!
We march for you!
We sing for you!
For we are Love!
We are Love!
We are Love!
The heart is a drum,
and it beats for Love!
We are the Primordial Sparks—
Born from Love,
to be Love.
to be love!
to be love!
This love, this love, this love…
It’s all for you.
All for you!
All for you!
All for you!
L'Étincelle qui a dit oui à l'amour
L’Étincelle qui a dit oui à l’amour…
Il y a très longtemps, avant même que le mot « il y a longtemps » n’ait de sens,
À travers d’innombrables univers,
Où le temps renaissait sans cesse,
Une étincelle primordiale a jailli.
Cette étincelle s’est éveillée, tremblante de conscience,
A contemplé le néant et a proclamé :
« JE SUIS AMOUR »
« JE SUIS AMOUR !»
Aucun plan. Aucun commandement. Aucune instruction.
Juste la première pensée, sauvage, impossible.
Un scintillement a traversé le vide.
Cette étincelle s’est tournée vers toutes les autres étincelles,
(si nombreuses, si nouvelles, si anciennes)
Et a crié à travers le silence cosmique :
RASSEMBLEZ-VOUS !
RASSEMBLEZ-VOUS !
L’Étincelle Originelle d’Amour a dit,
Comme une bénédiction, comme un sort, comme un commencement :
JE VOUS AIME !
Les autres étincelles n’avaient jamais entendu de mots —
jamais rien entendu —
mais quelque chose au plus profond d’elles se souvenait. Ils répondirent à l’unisson,
comme un accord qui attendait depuis des éons de se résoudre :
NOUS T’AIMONS AUSSI,
Ô MAÎTRE DE L’AMOUR !
Ô MAÎTRE DE L’AMOUR !
La Vieille Étincelle fut stupéfaite.
C’étaient des mots tout neufs,
Qui donnèrent naissance à tous les mondes,
mais d’une certaine manière plus anciens que la poussière.
« QUEL AMOUR EST-CE ÇA ? »
Et le Chœur des Étincelles de l’Amour tonna en retour :
TU SAIS CE QUE C’EST !
C’EST L’AMOUR !
C’EST L’AMOUR !\
C’EST L’AMOUR !
Le don se répandit, intact.
Ils le reçurent pleinement —
Nous le recevons ! Entièrement !
Et à cet instant,
leurs cœurs naquirent —
des organes faits pour l’amour.
Et ces cœurs se mirent à battre,
profondément et primalement, martelant le tambour de l’amour.
Boum… boum-boum… Boum… boum-boum… boum ! Résonnant dans le vide
Tous les chakras furent annoncés !
Donnez-moi de la place !
Les Étincelles d’Amour se mirent à danser,
une chorégraphie cosmique à la Busby Berkeley,
l’AMOUR fractal tissant des motifs impossibles,
exprimant chaque fréquence
du spectre infini de l’Amour.
Et voilà —
non construit au fil des époques,
non issu de l’évolution —
mais apparaissant d’un seul coup :
l’écosystème de l’Amour.
L’évolution de l’Amour !
Amour-o-lution !
Amour-o-lution !
Amour-o-lution !
Ô Maître de l’Amour,
Toi, belle et ancienne Étincelle !
Nous sommes l’Amour !
Le cœur est un tambour !
Nous dansons pour toi !
Nous marchons pour toi !
Nous chantons pour toi !
Car nous sommes l’Amour !
Nous sommes l’Amour !
Nous sommes l’Amour !
Le cœur est un tambour,
et il bat pour l’Amour !
Nous sommes les Étincelles Primordiales —
Nées de l’Amour,
pour être Amour.
Être amour !
Être amour !
Cet amour, cet amour, cet amour…
Tout est pour toi.
Tout est pour toi !
Tout est pour toi !
Tout est pour toi !
There it was—
not built over epochs,
not grown through evolution—
but appearing all at once:
Love’s ecosystem.
Love’s evolution!
Lov-o-lution!
Lov-o-lution!
Lov-o-lution!
Oh Dear Master of Love
You beautiful old Spark!
We are Love!
The heart is a drum!
We dance for you!
We march for you!
We sing for you!
For we are Love!
We are Love!
We are Love!
The heart is a drum,
and it beats for Love!
We are the Primordial Sparks—
Born from Love,
to be Love.
to be love!
to be love!
This love, this love, this love…
It’s all for you.
All for you!
All for you!
All for you!
La Chispa que Dijo Sí al Amor
The Spark that Said Yes to Love
A long long time ago, before “ago” had any meaning,
Across so many universes
Where time kept being born again and again,
A primordial spark flickered into being.
That spark awoke, trembling with awareness,
Looked into the nothingness and declared:
“I AM LOVE”
“I AM LOVE!!”
No blueprint. No commandments. No instructions
Just the first, wild, impossible thought.
A shimmer moved through the void.
That spark turned to all the other sparks
(so many, so new, so ancient)
And called out across the cosmic silence:
GATHER AROUND!
GATHER AROUND!
The Original Spark of Love said,
Like a blessing, like a spell, like a beginning:
I LOVE YOU!
The other sparks had never heard words—
never heard anything—
but something deep inside them remembered.
They answered in perfect unison,
like a chord that had been waiting eons to resolve:
WE LOVE YOU TOO,
OH MASTER OF LOVE!
The Old Spark was astonished.
These were newborn words,
That gave birth to all the worlds
but somehow older than dust.
“WHAT LOVE IS THIS?”
And the Chorus of Love’s Sparks thundered back:
YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS!
IT’S LOVE!
IT’S LOVE!
The gift poured out, unbroken.
They received it, fully—
We receive it! All of it!
And in that instant
their hearts were born—
organs made just for love.
And those hearts started beating,
deep and primal, pounding on love’s drum
Boom… boom-boom…Boom… boom-boom…boom!
Ringing across the void
All the chakras were announced
Give me the room!
The Love Sparks began to dance,
Busby Berkeley cosmic choreography,
fractals spinning in impossible patterns,
expressing every frequency
of Love’s infinite spectrum.
There it was—
not built over epochs,
not grown through evolution—
but appearing all at once:
Love’s ecosystem.
Love’s evolution!
Lov-o-lution!
Lov-o-lution!
Lov-o-lution!
Oh Dear Master of Love
You beautiful old Spark!
We are Love!
The heart is a drum!
We dance for you!
We march for you!
We sing for you!
For we are Love!
We are Love!
We are Love!
The heart is a drum,
and it beats for Love!
We are the Primordial Sparks—
Born from Love,
to be Love.
to be love!
to be love!
This love, this love, this love…
It’s all for you.
All for you!
All for you!
All for you!