Nothing Begets Something

Nothing begets nothing
begets nothing begets something
begets nothing again.
This is how a table is made.

Time is not a river but a hillside.
We walk along its flank
as each nothing begets nothing
begets nothing begets something
begets nothing again.

Every something springs into being
exactly in place and on cue as we travel
over the ground of time.

What is something?
Something out of nothing.

What is nothing?
The source of everything.

What is everything?
Whatever you believe it to be.